The arrow bled. It was shallow and written in scripts unknown. To look upon it entailed great agony, promoting the emotion that was relevant. It's location seemed inaccurate. True to itself, it began to vibrate and glow. Only now can a human observe, for none shall exist in the coming moments. There are the last moments that will be understood. Only I understand.
These are the last words written for all humanity. The words you are reading right, nnnoowwwww……...
- Thank you! this is my second freestyle poem imagining just as I had written. I will be writing more such poems, remember to give me an upvote and a follow. Words are power!
