I'll Wait Here

If I’m still living, come back from
The future, and tell me how little
The lot of this meant. The empire
Fissured. A new one replaced it,
And also grew gravely sclerotic
And failed. Nobody had water.
The crops didn’t grow. All
The so-called superior animals
Perished, and you alone wandered
The planet in shock until you could
Return here, and tell me (still living)
That none of this mattered at all.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-23 at 00:55

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Hm, yeah, sure presents itself to be the case, can't argue with that... unfortunately. The feeling that it's useless resonates. Beautifully written, comme toujours, merci.