The scholar oversaw mountains of ash: remnants of one thousand worldly tomes.
By cultivating the pile he believed that its intellectual integrity could be preserved.
“If matter cannot be created nor destroyed, then surely wisdom remains eternal.”
When winds dispersed that knowledge, his tears held sorrow for one thousand hopes.
Jacob Alexander’s poetry deals with destruction and hope within the human mind and imagined futures. In his daily life, he is a freelance editor who enjoys listening to music, playing the drums, and analyzing films.
This is very poignant.
Love it, Jacob! Thank you 🙏
Should be the dedication page of a dystopian sci fi novel or movie
Well written, not just the sadness, you demonstrate how to write “bleak”
nicely done