Apocalypse Poem by Tyler Smith

I stare out the turbid window, bugs, fingerprints, and an unknown slime obscure my vision. A dark brume covers the landscape, but enough sunlight pervaded the mist to reveal crumbled, defeated buildings bravely standing against the gelid boreal winds. The howling mistral shrieks as it rages through every nook in this godforsaken town. I grimace in pain as I remember the abrupt invasion, the roaring of nuclear warheads shredding Gaia’s skin, raining death to all inhabitants of the third planet. I turn around, perfect tears slowly crawling down my face as I realize that mankind has only meager hours to exist.