Cold Comfort

Our extended lives we cannot halt

Brought to us from technologies vault

We have gained these years to live upon

A world we can no longer set foot upon

Our world we polluted beyond repair

We now breath manufactured air

Cities enclosed in shields to protect us

From a planet we made alien to us

Trapped in these cells like prisoners of old

We look onto a world now gone cold

Lessons not learned as we marched on our way

Lessons that haunt us day after day

© 2017, Craig Lincoln. All rights reserved.
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Author Notes

An old piece I wrote for a sci fi prompt

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