The Aftermath Poem by Andrew Matthews

In the aftermath
The dyings cries echo
Throughout the rubble and debri
Shadows stained on walls
No one left to hear their calls.

I smell the stench of death
My senses blighted by the fallout
I'm deafened bt the silence, the sickening silence
I see clounds gathering and thickening
I feel the rain of death on my skin.

I feel tired... hair falling out
My bones are sore...
I hear nothing....
I feel nothing anymore....
Goodbye to this life....good..bye.

08/01/2002
16: 55pm