The world I live in, there's no sunshine

Science fiction prose

The world I live in, there's no sunshine.
There's no nature, just artificial remnants from another time
I live in blackness, conserving my energy allowance for the day.
Alone by myself, robots have become my friends.
Machines resembling a race that erased itself from existence: for all I know, I am the only one.

Is there a world out there, an alien world, in all the void of the universe.
A galaxy out their full of unimaginable creations.
Is it possible for a technology to take me to the past, to another existence: full of abundant life: only God knows.

Author's Note

Just be honest :)

Reviews

[Ross Saunders]

Well, first of all, I think you could go a lot further with this and expand it considerably. That's the first thing I'm going to say. You've got a great start here, but it just feels a bit thin. A good start to a poem, but still a bit thin. I would suggest expanding on the everyday of your narrator, run through it with a lot more detail. And first line of the second stanza, I think you need a question mark at the end of that.