Post-apocalyptic

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I see broken houses on these streets too…

Dead leaves falling thru holes in the slate shingles.

Grass carpet spreading and growing

As it rains like a machine-gun in these suburban homes.

.

The owners passed away. Now? They’re just mentally insane.

Gun close to me, jittery. Aimed at close range.

The sun is setting & darkness has closed in on me.

I hide & seek med's, ammo and batteries.

Hearing noises of suffering

All the way to the door along this wall.

First lightning strike of this rain comes from my guns barrel.

I’m full of sorrow.

.

The sunrises over this train station.

& all the virus survivors.

Back to the window in a shared cabin

Starring at her. Dirt on her face. Beautiful eyes

Hair tucked behind her ears & a gun by her side.

No words. Just eyes. 

Gravity shifts as the train whistles down the tracks.

The world smears away over my shoulder.

But the sunshine remains.

Until darkness darkens the cabin, momentarily.

She crawls to me on her hands and knees

& nestles her head against my chest as the whistles echo.

The blind sight of her in my arms gets in my eye.

Reaching what is left of this heart inside of me.

I cry and as I embrace her, she sighs

In relief. 

12:21 AM July 22, 2023

Reviews

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

The imagery is visceral!
Why do I feel the relief is temporary??

[Matthew Kult]

Creative and imaginative.

Enjoyable read.

With love,

Matthew

[AYVID N]

A compelling and moving picture of an apocalypse. The human suffering, the desolation left in every home and heart. Most of all, the ginormous weight of grief that crushes forever the human soil and its resilience. I loved how you concluded the piem. Relief cam in the form of an unleashing of sorrow, the human to human connect, the touch of empathy and understanding. Ultimately, that's all we'll have left.
This poem is so telling of the future that awaits us. Another beyond beautiful expression of emotions from you Cyprian, another gem after Roman Candles. Kudos!

[JessyJacob]

Hi how are you doing?? .

[JessyJacob]

Are you online?? Still??

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Off and on. I'm at work lol.
I'm okay. How are you?

[JessyJacob]

I was reading yours
Not getting sleep? Busy?

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I'm not busy, no. Thanks for reading my poem. When I get the chance I'll read one of yours.

[JessyJacob]

Sure you are most welcome, definitely read one or two.

[JessyJacob]

My eyes are tired but not getting sleep, head is hurting if I am lying down.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Oh I've had that type of pain. Electronics is probably making it worse. Hope you feel better.

[JessyJacob]

Hmm, is it.

[Lorry]

I like this historical document write Cyprian, where you explain to future generations (if any) how the world is/has ended.
Now we are back to the dinosaur days of wondering why rocks keep pummelling us from the sky, while the world sizzles or drowns around us.
My only regret is that those pesky religionists will have smug smiles on their dying corpses and think they were right all along, when in fact it was humans that ended humanity with its incessant need to use everything now and not see tomorrow coming. Well, it was either that or someone tried to turn us off and on again and quite like this site, failed miserably and now we are stuck in a glitching matri.....

[moog-drika]

Deep and gripping. Even a tiny blow of apocalypse can create an intense atmosphere of desolation. The stronger it is, the more haunting it becomes. But what can help alleviate the pain (to some extent) is finding solace in the presence of any survivor amidst the darkness that claimed the victims. Hope we never face this.