A Nightmare
The looming gray clouds overhead
Relieved themselves on top my head.
I saw not a soul, nothing stirring
Nor where I stood no living thing.
What in hell happened? I wondered
Not a single sound or word
The city was seemingly dead.
Then I heard a sound just ahead
A loud-mouth on a radio
From where it came I did not know.
The blaring voice bestirred the calm
“An unknown source had dropped a bomb
Radiation levels are high,
Beware!” the voice shouted nearby.
Abed, awakened laid I scared
Rattled by this horrid nightmare.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2010
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