I look around,
A stench of burning flesh.
I look around,
A mesh of translucent smoke.
I look around,
No green, no blue to be seen.
I look around,
And listen to nothing but my mind speaking to me.
I look around,
No cries, No screams, No laughs, No voices but only in me.
I look around,
And find,
I am all alone.
All is gone, All people, All pain, All happiness, All life.... is gone,
And I am all alone.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...