All Around Me
I walked that bridge every day
But now it's just rubble floating in the river
Where the water runs thick with blood
Smoke blossoms in the sky
And sirens shriek for the gathering ghosts
And the cowering packs of dogs
Children walk for miles with darkened faces
Their eyes like lights that have gone out
For it is in the heart of children where hope dies
People congregate on interstate highways
Where directional signs sway in the breeze
Barely held on by a single screw
For most there is no hope for them to grasp
They simply walk the straight interstate path
Now a graveyard for abandoned cars
In the window of an old faded blue Honda Civic
A woman stares out with disbelief immortalized on her face
With a dried blood caked on her cheek
And suddenly the siren screeching in the distance
Finally comes to a sudden stop
But hardly anybody notices
Civilization came to an end
We're just the unlucky ones who survived
The nuclear holocaust
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2017
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