This is a great race.
Though hidden by smog
the sun still radiates.
This summer heat is stifling.
The ground crunches beneath my feet.
Dry, rocky, barren.
The trees have long gone.
The wind tears its fingers through my hair.
It whips against my face as I look back
to where we have been.
I taste the bitterness of
being alone and smell
the fumes of a rotting world.
I strain to hear, signs of life.
I hear silence.
Nothing.
Oh yes, this is a great race.
A race against time.
How long before we ask ourselves,
“Where has our world gone?”
By Sarah ©2019
LIVING THE DREAM 