Absolute Devastation
he woke in the bowels of destruction.
unsure of where he was or what had happened.
Had he slept through a world war?
There was absolute devastation; an entire city was destroyed.
Am I still in New York? He wondered.
He listened for the sounds of taxis, buses, and people.
There was nothing. The silence was bothersome, and frightening.
He did not know which direction to walk. So he kept listening.
The only sound was a dripping sound of water from several directions.
Give me strength he said to his spirit guides; help me out here!
They coaxed him to walk and so he did.
Terrified of what he might find.
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