The Last Generation

Jenna Mistretta

Age 16

 

I ride upon the waves

Of a turbulent sea

The smoky water threatening

To capsize my miniscule boat

Fire alights the sky

And I turn my face away

For I will never make it to land

In time to save those

Who need saving

I reach out

With my mind

To try and see those hidden

Who hide within rocks

And shallow mountains

I reach out

With my mind

To try and see what

Will become of us

Will our world continue to fall?

Crumple and die beneath our feet?

It seems that we are the anti-midas

What we touch does not turn to gold

Instead it withers

Beneath our soiled fingers

Such blackened souls

Do not belong in this generation

I raise my face towards the crimson clouds

And search the sky for signs

The fire stretches across the vast horizon,

Encasing the empty sea in

A ring of undying flames

Lightening splits the clouds

And the storm heightens

Scarlet droplets fall upon

My upturned face

And I wonder

What has brought upon this storm

Charged not with electricity

And ferocious winds

But with hatred, and fear

With terror and fury

And I ride the waves in my small boat

The fire starts to crawl across the ocean

Tired of the burnt land

That could no longer contain it’s burning

Furious

Flames

My boat catches fire

And I look up at the sky one more time

And it rains down blood

Stinging droplets

Of lives lost and damned

This is the world we live in

Could it be that I am really

One of the last

In the last generation?