Splendid Ruins

A Poem by NelliKong

These aren’t like the ruins in Egypt, no gold, riches or signs of a dynasty… these ruins got back at me spitefully… I see the DOA’s of everything I used to be laying there lifelessly… a terrible massacre that ended so violently.

Now the aftermath… looking through the rubble and debris… searching for answers like there’s a missing key… a really genocide in my mind, just waiting to flee… I still hear the explosion from the bomb that was detonated as I tuck myself away while on my knees… I hear the cries, see the thousands versions of me in this infinite sea.

I scream… to find sanctuary… this war is becoming too much to carry … stains as dark as black berries… even though this scene is quite grim and scary… let me throw out a last attempt of a “Hail Mary”