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After The Fire

A dead sun lingers

On a darkened sky

A petrified landscape awaits me

As I set out to search the wastelands

Alone

 

The ground beneath me

Feels unstable

Acidic pits burn my feet

I try not to fall

Down

 

Night falls moonless

The stars also fail to show

And then comes the rain

Pours in sideways

Makes sheltering impossible

Futile

 

Like a drunken madwoman

I roam the empty streets

Of once magnificent cities

Vacant windows stare

As I pass them in

Shame

 

I search the ruins

For possible forgiveness

A single grain of hope

To feed my starving

Soul

 

I cry for help to no one

Write my confession on every wall

No one hears, no one cares

I let it all happen

Now no one is here to give me

Absolution

 

I see a tree in mid field

Charred like the rest

Of the cursed place

It still offers shade and a base

For narrative

Stability

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patricia-drake
Danish
Published
Feb 28, 2013
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