It was at midnight
When this all happened.
I was musing
In my own fantasies
When something bright
Exploded all the sudden.
It was at midnight
When everything was burned.
I was dancing
In my own realities
When a light
Bursted out all the sudden.
It was at midnight
When many people died.
I didn't realize
That my beloved was there
When something bright
Caused him to die.
It was at midnight
When my very town died.
I didn't believe
That my home became haunted
When a light
Forced it to slowly die.
It had been years ago
Since the nuclear nightmare.
I still dream about
The deceased
Freely roaming
The once flourishing town.
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A/N: You know that this is about Chernobyl, but can you guess in what point of view this poem is written from? If you do, comment down. Anyways, I'm going to dedicate this to stephzroback I hope you enjoy this. Over and out.
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