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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
Copyright ©
Jake Aller
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