Poetry

Ruins

Ruins

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

Wouldn’t allow

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.

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