Melting Into Dreams
An atomic sun ignites
in a flash of intense light.
And life's incinerated,
ash turning day into night.
Under a blistering sky,
plastic toys melt into dreams.
And reality resounds,
with echoes of children's screams.
As heaven morphs into hell;
thunder responds with a roar.
And people huddle in fright,
scared of what death has in store.
St. Elmo's fire lights up tombs,
in the city of the dead.
And muffled moans can be heard,
amidst the anguish and dread.
A kaleidoscope of hopes
harbors lost souls at life's fringe.
And yet, misery enshrouds
shelters where the dying cringe.
Nuclear fallout raining down,
irradiates all mankind.
And winter is here to stay;
summertime's left far behind.
(Quatrain)
9/22/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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