No Future Present Or Past
All that is left is scorched earth,
no future, present, or past.
For nukes have expunged Man's birth,
lost in the flash of their blast.
Intense heat melted the gold,
leaving only blood and gore.
And burnt the treasures of old,
nothing was spared by the war.
An eerie glow, worn by night,
now accentuates the dark.
And it lures me with its light,
past shadows empty and stark.
As this light restores some sight,
I'm amazed by what I find.
And realizing my plight,
I pray that death will be kind.
While all my hopes fall apart,
a plastic Jesus greets me.
And though its light lifts my heart,
it's clear, I'll soon cease to be.
(Quatrain)
1/8/2016
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