The Final Melody (a poem)

The sky is still blue,
yet my happiness wanes.
Under the weight of words,
the melody strains.

I struggle to find
the right things to say.
Searching for meaning
 on this burdensome day.

For so many years
I found hope in you.
Though, lately I’m finding
it harder to do. 

As our world falls apart,
the epoch at it’s close,
with no-one left to visit
as we lie in sad repose.

So, write it all down
chronicle what remains
as the human race plays out
our last melodic strains.

~ elr