In this poem, we step into a world not too far removed from our own, yet dramatically altered. It's a parallel universe tinged with dystopia where the very air we breathe has turned against us. The sky is a somber gray, and the sun is a distant memory, veiled by a shroud of toxic fumes. People move like phantoms through streets choked by the remnants of industry's blind ambition.
Here, life has become a rare commodity, a fragile treasure hidden behind sealed doors.
In this desolate landscape, the air is poison, forcing the few who dare venture outside to shroud themselves in gas masks. Nature has bowed before humanity's unchecked desires, leaving behind a wasteland where survival is a daily battle. It's a world defined by scarcity, where technology thrives but human connection withers. Loneliness is the norm, and hope flickers like a distant star, yet to be seen by those who trudge through this bleak existence. This is where our protagonist resides, in the heart of this smothering gloom, gasping for a life that once was.
In time's grip, we choke on poisoned air,
A world of ash and deep despair.
A lonely soul, I bear this heavy cross,
In cities of the damned, all hope is lost.
The skies now a sickly gray,
Our future veiled in smog, our night and day.
Survivors, yes, but what's the cost we pay?
In toxic wasteland cities, we decay.
But anger simmers deep within my soul,
For I was born to this, it takes its toll.
Regret, frustration, in my heart they dwell,
In this dystopian future, a living hell.
I long to see a world reborn anew,
Where clean air fills our lungs, and skies are blue.
But trapped within these walls, I must resign,
To this bleak existence, a life confined.
I dream of fields where flowers bloom,
Where once again, a world of hope may loom.
To feel the wind upon my unmasked face,
In nature's sweet embrace, find my space.
Yet here I stay, a captive of despair,
In this bleak world where life is stripped and bare.
The remnants of humanity press on,
In toxic wasteland cities, we are drawn.
But deep inside, a fire still burns bright,
A spark of hope, a glimpse of future's light.
For though our world is shrouded in dismay,
A yearning for a better, cleaner day.
We'll rise above the ashes and the gloom,
Defying toxic fates that sealed our doom.
Together we'll forge a path ahead,
Reclaim the skies, where dreams were left for dead.
