Please say something, you implore
wearing a halo of uranium based fallout
lift the silence wrapped around your ghosts
hurt me
hate me
hit me with it.
Silence never volunteered itself as a barricade
it slipped its way into gaps left
by broken plates
broken bones
broken homes.
You are not the first to implore me
nor the first to disappoint me
but mutually assured destruction is a two way street
and I can't reverse the nuclear winter in my bones
just to appease the guilt you feel
for bombing everything we had.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
Please say something, you implore
wearing a halo of uranium based fallout
lift the silence wrapped around your ghosts
hurt me
hate me
hit me with it.
Silence never volunteered itself as a barricade
it slipped its way into gaps left
by broken plates
broken bones
broken homes.
You are not the first to implore me
nor the first to disappoint me
but mutually assured destruction is a two way street
and I can't reverse the nuclear winter in my bones
just to appease the guilt you feel
for bombing everything we had.
Request permission to use this poem