Desolation Poem by louis clarke

Desolation



I stand alone,
Dust in my eyes,
From a mile away,
I hear a thousand busy flies.

The mud upon my face,
Now started to crack,
And with every step i take,
Pain! Like something stabbing me in the back.

The smell of raw veggies,
Or is that raw meat,
The stench of some-ones ashes,
The smell of rotting feet.

The wind, my only companion,
Blowing away angry and alone,
As it see's that everythings gone,
It feels great sorrow for me.

Then a blood curdling shriek,
Pops my eardrums,
Pain turns to joy,
I am not alone.

I search for a while,
And eventually i find her,
Her skin as rough as sandpaper,
And she looks like death.

She says she knows what happened,
The heat that killed a thousand men,
A nuclear bomb while i was working,
I had thought i had heard an explosion,
While i was down alone in the mines,
But i thought it was my imagination,
Some man i am.

I guess i'm left alone,
With this scruffy, and mucky, so unlucky, girl,
With the taste of sweaty feet hanging in the air and the stench of rotten meat, nothing
To see, silence to hear,
Left in desolation,
Left to start our own world.

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