“Hiroshima”

May 03, 2009 10:55

“Hiroshima”

I dreamt the world would end
A cold wind sweeping over the earth
Turning all it touched to stone
Breaking and crumbling in it’s frozen state
I am alone and shivering
Crying tears that never break the earth
I alone am untouched
The dead and dying have burned
Their faces falling, melting away
Grotesque, they reach pleading hands
Praying for an end
But it is not the end-
Only the beginning.

poetry

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