The Leftovers

Are we really the lucky ones?

We are the leftovers,

the souls abandoned to their fate

by an invisible, omnipotent and omnipresent god

who sleeps with one eye closed

so that the adversary doesn't burn down the house.

We are the leftovers,

the children of a world that hurtles forward,

towards an uncertain future

that seems grimmer by the second.

We are the leftovers,

the fortunate, or unfortunate, survivors

of diseases and wars and accidents and common fatalism,

awaiting, lined up, for absolution and salvation from a Messiah

that is long past due.

We are the leftovers,

the ashes of a civilization

that has reached its peak

and now craves for its own demise.

We are the leftovers,

the remnants,

the last souls on earth,

the ones who Death would not reap.

We are the leftovers,

the last of our kind,

the last to breathe,

the last to gaze upon our father's creation,

the last believers,

the last atheists

the last to scream,

the last to cry,

the last to pray,

the last to beg for forgiveness,

the last to see the sun set,

the last before the end.

We are the leftovers,

the people that God or fate or whoever rules this universe

has left behind

to bear witness

to the final days of the world

we have called home for thousands and thousands of years.

We are the remnants,

You & I, my dear!

Author's Note

After watching the TV series "The leftovers" inspiration hit me like a bullet in the head:)
I also posted this poem on other sites. Can´t remember which ( one is for sure Writing.com). Anyway, read and review, if you may :))

Reviews

[Indra Neil]

wow! this is deep and thought provoking write with intense imagery!! very nice usage of refrain and anaphora! well done!

[JulianaSun]

Thank you. To get feedback for your writing is one of the greatest rewards a writer can have.

J

[Indra Neil]

u r welcome! Truly said!!