Challenge
Poetry matters: $250 on the table for the writer who nails form, content, and fire. Three judges will help select the winner. There is a lot of talent here so swing for the fences. Good luck to all.
Future’s End
Here today, yesterday is no more
Time will always even the score
By consuming fire, the past is burned
Never again to return
In ash the future holds, the fertile soil
Of those who’ve survived the toil
To be burned down
Reduced to ashes
A silver lining
As the past passes
Pain passes
Also reduced to ashes
Here today, tomorrow is no more
Future evens the score
By consuming fire, the future formed
Until burned once more
When fertile soil, depleted once again
Brings about future’s end
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