I read your poem and think about how many things that used to be refuges are no longer so: home, family, partners, the world. A bright and transparent place, but one that time turns into darkness and destruction. However, that last verse leaves me with the impression that despite all that, we move forward and leave everything behind. Interesting topic, very thought-provoking. Best regards.
It is like we have chosen to be entertained instead of living a quality life. We keep destroying our opportunity, just for another hit of dopamine.