Landmarks of generation lost
Nuclear fire de-animated
Sand casing city in glass frost
The bombs done decimating
In ashes it sleeps
As the lone wanderer stirs
Sifting debris with his duster
Hanging low raking the earth
Waiting for renewal
How has history taken this turn?
How did the leaders let the innocent burn?
Contemplation lost in thought
The farther he walks
He doesn't understand
How could he?
War has rocked this whole land
If not in skeletal remain
Where could salvation be?
Documents and history unwritten
Without survival no one was there
In ignorance this city bitten
Challenging its neighbors, a dare
The man wants the answers
He'll sift through carnage for them
Risk disease and rare form of cancers
In hollow for reasons that condemned
The forefathers have failed this lot
A lone survivor with too little to live
Closure for victims of this spot
Something to keep him active
A black mark in history
A tick, a notch, a symbol of misery
The man stands in its remnants
Closure, revelations, a need for penance
In active motion
The people once moved
Sprawled out in an ocean
Until flash! And boom!
He stood in the world
bombs had grooved
Silently searching
For things not to find
Something, anything
God! Please clear his mind...
So he will never know
The thought of answers
Still making him look
One day rebirth
Rebirth of the Earth
Comments
looking...an openess for others to approach
reason to fathom rather then set indignation
flushed cheeked or the blind acceptance
of the rush towards the edge and beyond
no admittance of trouble
no acceptance of question technology
or ideology....following happily
no looking...
Ignore that camp
ignore that jet
ignore those techs dressed
in civvies
the water is safe
we can take these pills
the ship will not sink
and yet...
looking
one can
ask
Thank You!
wow
a very good write. Long time haven't heard from you, dear friend. How's life been for you? I hope everything's fine.
can you find the pearl of joy
within the great oceans of despair?
tears and laughter is a cycle
none is the ultimatum in this world
there lies the difference in one
who sees pain as a sign of life
and one who sees it as a burden
when it is as little as a fly
the answers are within you
locked in your mind
your own point of view
and encrypted signs
you can see death as a tragedy
or a release from agony
sometimes living is curse
when life heads for the worse
So I say don't just exist
but try your best to live
for each struggle for peace
is a step away from grief
your heart didn't just beat
for you to exist, dear friend
it beats for you to live
to feel both joy and pain
Alid