In My Wake Poem by Jojoba Mansell

In my wake lay broken dreams,
and oceans of loved ones tears.
In my wake there is flaming hate,
which will smoulder on for years.
In my wake a shadow lingers,
a perpetually dark sky.
In my wake lie forsaken friends,
no tears left to cry.
In my wake a crumbling city,
built of isolation.
In my wake loves refugees,
a scene of devastation.
But in my wake, amidst the ruins,
there is still love, I know.
For in my wake there is my child,
and from them love will grow.