23 April 2012

I sit by the fire on this

road.

Charred remains of humanity.

Evidence of things gone wrong.

I

Think.

There is nothing left.

Only the dying

-thoughts

Of many innocents.

The crying

of many babes.

The trying

of many unsuccessfuls.

The prying

of those who pursue change.

Then there is

-me.

Insignificant. Small.

In an apocalyptic world, what can one person do?

HeatherAnneOne Man's Chance. • Opuss № I