The tide is rising.
Time is running out.
There is no more borrowing.
Debts will come due.
This is your final notice.
There is no more pretending.
No more avoiding.
Nothing is going away.
The sky is falling.
All will be laid to ruins.
This generation will not be remembered.
We never really did exist in the first place.
As we do not in the last place.
We all will be vanishing.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(22/09/2012)
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I'd love to know what you think of this poem.