(90) Zero HourA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsThe death of humanity
There came, suddenly, a mushroom cloud
So high up, smouldering the sky It was the day that the Earth shook When the white finally turned into black Death visited all, with a cold touch Spreading his scythe across everywhere Destroying those beating hearts which it touched Then that cold became a blinding, searing heat Skeleton trees are all that stand there now Once that blossomed with beautiful green Now all they are, are reminders in ash Lost memories of what was a brighter time Lone buildings are now left empty All life drained from their dull walls The living are gone, just dead souls left Haunting in a city that is devoid of light Schools without echoes of voices from children One single playground , sad and left so lonely Young lifes, mercilessly, that are snuffed out From those adult games that are called "War" Churches that no longer have religious following No prayers heard, to take away this thing called damnation Broken tombstones mark the passing of civilisation Only extinction now visits after the Zero Hour fell copyright Chris Smith 2010 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsFeatured Review
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32 Reviews Added on April 18, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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