Wasteland

Being a kid who grew up on cold war movies, i made a poem about what nuclear war means to me. Even though i was born 3 years after it's end, i can still emotionally feel the terror of atomic war.

Shadows, that’s all that’s left now

Dreary dark stains on concrete of a now desolate world

In the background we can hear people screaming

There words are so fuzzy and distant, 

 It has no meaning

It’s what I’ve been dreaming

With horrible nightmares and great flashes of light

Now all I can wish for is one clean conscious and one guilt free night

The great flashes only lasted seconds but it seemed like an eternity

There were so many, just so many bodies lined up to get into shelters

I remembered seeing what came after. 

I remember seeing the world; like glass it shattered

There’s nothing here now, 

not a soul not  a whisper. It’s an empty desert devoid of life

Rain comes here, not very often.

 I feel clean when it does, as if the souls lost on that momentous day

Were crying with my for every way

My house was mansion but now it’s mere toothpicks, rusted and burnt

My heart beats, but barely

It aches so hellishly bad,

As if a thousand needles punctured it with each pump. 

All I can do now is wait, 

For what or who I cannot say

All I can do now is sit here and waste

In this dark dreary world of shadows

Author's Note

Writing this piece, i remembered all the things i loved about the cold war era. Some of the best films came out then. Ah well, remember to like favorite, and comment!