Imagine it’s the night before
the end of the world as we know it:
airstrikes are landing like lightning
and fires are raging
to the pace of frightened, broken hearts.
Time is no longer waiting;
acting before we’ve even opened our weary eyes
to the damage we’ve been wreaking
whilst pretending, like in this poem,
that we would even know if it was
the night before the end of the world.
All of us need saving
but I’m not even sure we’re worthy
of rescuing anymore.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019