Jake Aller Poet Political Verse

Wandering a Nuclear Holocaust

I wake up
find myself

wandering in a hot dessert
baking in the malign rays 
of a dying sun

I realized 
that i am walking around 

a post nuclear wasteland -
 nothing is moving 

everything is dead 
I may be the last 
person on earth

I don’t know how i got here
or when it is

or even if it is real
or just a nightmare vision

i scream out 
Dear God

save me
and hear nothing

but the whispers 
of billions of ghosts
in the radioactive winds

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