Post-apocalyptic Homesick Blues

End of a relationship or the end of the world?

 

Like lava sweeping through Pompeii

The morning after burned us

Tore through us

Left us with nothing, but

White noise and

Blank stares

The kind that pierce

Like rusty daggers

 

To the heart,

Through the heart

 

The trees are dying

The sky is falling

Four horses and

Reanimated remains

Of who we were,

Traverse this landscape

If only in our heads

 

With a flower in your hair

Soot covered despair

Tiptoe the minefield

(Mushroom cloud) Soup for the soul

 

Black moon,

This winter of our world

Falls to the ground

And the dust we came from

Becomes the dust we return

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A tributed and amazing piece that speaks to the reader, well done, good read.

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This is simply amazing!

[Lily Mae]

To me it feels like both.. could you imagine to the look in your lovers face at the moment when you know it's over.. simply done.. Pompeii being a prime example.. Many were found in each others arms.. I think you penned this well.. Giving us the choice to feel it as a loss as in a relationship or a loss due to a world catastrophe.. :) love it...xx

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is beautiful, I mean it.

[Shep]

This poem makes me think of the world dying around us as we return to dust. Yet it is one of my favorites. Nicely done.