I now sit in that dark room
alone
in that dark room
I can hear the screams of terror outside
as I sit beneath the ground
and in that moment
I just want to open the door and scream
"come in, in here"
but I don't
I don't because
despite what I want to believe
I don't know if these people
will hurt me or not
I don't know if they're just trying to lure me in
lure me in to
BOOM
a bomb goes off outside
BOOM
another
BOOM
B
O
O
M
that sound
that sound is a sound
that from this day forward
I won't be able to forget
and now
as the earth smokes and sizzles
the sky lit with that deep red glow
I sit in silence
I sit in silence thinking
about what I had just done
what I had done
and the fact that I did it for me
when in reality
I would have
should have
died
for those people
but I didn't
because I was afraid
afraid that I myself
could have been hurt
I could have saved them
but I shut those doors
to keep everyone out
and it worked
because now
all the screams had stopped
and I live another day
the only sound outside now
is that small ring of emptiness
that broke through the silence
but I'm still here
and I'm still afraid
YOU ARE READING
ßÖÖM/a post nuclear war poem/
PoetryA poem I wrote for my English class and I kinda liked it sooo here you go. A couple side notes: -I know this doesn't really fit my theme but oh well -yes this is very depressing and metaphorical what more do you expect from me.
