Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34823985-20180418033207

The days of children hopping in puddles is gone

No more yellow rain coats and matching galoshes

Hopscotch on the play ground? No, not ever again

The baseball diamonds are empty, schools are condemned

Nobody thinks too much about the future now

It's quite a depressing subject, to say the least

The world is ending, no one is counting the days

Not too many people are left to even care

Sickness came first then the animals revolted

Massive things from the depths came out to stake their claim

All hell broke loose once the storm clouds darkened the sky

Every day and night the sky poured ichorous rain

Living caught outside screamed, smoked, sizzled, and melted

Those safe hiding inside feared their roofs wouldn't hold

People with houses of brick were safe for a while

At least safer than those sheltered by hay and twigs

All the leaders hid before the warnings went out

Tax dollar funded bunkers didn't keep them safe

Having no one to step on, they stepped on themselves

Insanity reigns when you're crowded underground

Rains finally ceased and the animals were calmed

Just a few people left, only women, no men

No children to care for, no Y for making more

The race is over, the finish line is in sight

Our end, our destruction just a matter of time

The eventual end of our struggle is nigh

Mother Earth will remain and continue to turn

Waiting for another race to trouble and spurn 