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

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