a Poem by Raquel Swann
Herein lies the heart of
a once lustrous city
Flatlining in the epicenter
Where towers of love stood
Shining brightly, a beacon of hope
A lone inhabitant survived the blast
Too much for one to take.
Barron wasteland after the fallout
If I could have told you
All those words my tongue
Could it have made a difference?
If our lips would have met,
Perhaps I could have showed you
What I was afraid to say.
Left in ruins,
Despairing over choices never made,
Commence with the bombardment,
And finish what you’ve started,
I gaze out the window
From the top floor,
Praying I have strength to leave,
On the last bus out,
To find greener pastures.