a Sunday morning

A Sunday morning

The mist has hushed the city
just as well yesterday, was sunlit 
warm and noisy 

The world is balancing on the edge
of nuclear war
tomorrow might be the ending

Is the coming catastrophe normal
unstoppable 
a new beginning for the survivors

I look around familiar my room
like it should be the last good bye
I took my contentment for granted 

This shall end, memories eradicated
future scientists might find 
traces of a past and write books



The beauty of our world cannot 
be explained 
we took it all and left nothing