Perished
As the light shines around me/ all I can see/ is the world broken to pieces/glass is shattered/scattered on the ground/there is no more green/rather everything is gray and brown/death hangs in the air/the fresh air is knocked out of me/what replaces it is exhaust/the world is sick/ and soon she will be no more/soon all the trees will die/ all the flowers and leaves/the animals will go away/and we will be next/as the world perishes/ so will we.
This poem is about:
Our world