The End of Civilization
A poem
A poem
Cities once gleaming
now shadows of themselves,
concrete jungles reclaimed
by untamed wilderness,
neon lights flickering
before winking out forever.
Streets abandoned
paths overgrown, untrodden,
monuments of glass and steel
humbled by nature’s persistence,
human chatter fading
to the stillness of scorched earth.
Museums plundered,
libraries turned to ashes,
progress left to rust
under the reign of tangled vines,
a world we crafted
to our own liking, now forgotten.
As the wildflowers bloom
over the remnants of our making,
civilization’s footprint
absorbed back into the dust,
a harsh truth revealed.
Our hubris was but temporary.
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