A Dying World

Color. There used to be color. However....

I now see grey, where the sky was once blue.

I see black, instead of vibrant, bright hues.

I see white, filling in the blanks.

I am dulling, slowly moving.

The world is dying, crying out for help.

So many people. Yet...it seems to only get worse.

Animals are dying, crisis is skyrocketing.

Sickness, isolation, losing all hope.

I sit here...I wonder...would it all be better if I was not here.

If I did not have to live in a world full of others who do not care.

I wonder, if brightness, color, and life exist in another world beyond ours.

I wonder...does this all end here...