//So I'm rewriting this a little bit to be kinda different so ya, now you have 2 versions\\
I now sit in that dark room
alone in that dark room
as I sit beneath the ground
in that moment
I just want to open the door and scream
"come in, in here, I'm not afraid anymore"
but I don't
I don't because
I am
and despite what I want to believe
this thing is gonna hurt me
and I don't know if it's just trying to lure me in
lure me in to
BOOM
an explosion sounds
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 how if I had just
opened that door
it would have caught me
taken me with it and tortured me to all end
but
because I kept those doors shut
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/
PoesíaA 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.
