Cold war chills

Written when I was a child about my cold war fears.

Before the fire had reached his town.

He took a pen and scribbled down, 

the earths now ash and poisoned gas.

Few mutants cling to its seedless mass.

And drink from deep holes of lead.

Times last look will not be read.

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

This is very well expressed. I don't know how young you were when you wrote this, but expressing such emotion in so few words is difficult for everybody, let alone a child. This is true talent. I felt like I was entwined in your words. Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed the read!