Nothing But A Mark Poem by Kalee Skriver

Like the lightening bug's flicker,
we are but a moment alive upon this dying earth.
Like the fire's simmer,
we are but a wave of inconsequential worth.
What meaningless lives we lead to haste the day
and of the world around us to take little heed.
To ignore the suffering that surrounds
without hope of a buffer.
Like the lightening bolt's flash,
we leave but an irreversible gash in our planet's flesh.
Like the destruction of the storm,
we are left with only our humble characters to reform.