Monologue

   Walking around, as the dust that filled the air burned my lungs, I couldn't help but picture how it was before, how it was then, and everything that I had lost. The sun shone like it was a perfect day. I wondered how the sky could be so gay after a horrid tragedy as such..

   Holding a half burned picture in my hand of the ones I'd lost, a tear fell, and I rushed to wipe it off, before it got damaged even more. I couldn't help but to think it was my fault as I played all the possibilities of what might have happened in my head. I could see myself falling to my knees and sobbing, as the smoke arose from the still burning rubble of what used to be a home. But I just dropped the picture and began to walk away, leaving everything I had behind to burn.

   I had no direction, no clue as to what I was to do next, but I couldn't stay there for ever. I would have ended up burning like everything else..

Reviews

[Hollywood]

I applaud you used the word gay to it's actual meaning. This poem is very well written. :]

[Micah_s5]

This kind of gives you a depressing picture of destruction. But it's good the way the the words make you picture it all the way it does.