When he woke alone that night
Barely remembering the past
Of the air-born nuclear fight
He barely even felt alive
Waking on the outskirts of explosion
His heart ached and his stomach churned
As he gazed on the heavy corrosion
Buildings crumbled, bridges caved
Pellets of ash fell from the sky
His eyes stung and his lungs burned
It would have been simpler to die
Everything was gone
Had anyone survived?
Did it really make a difference,
When the end already arrived?
He pushed himself up
Made his way to the wreckage ahead
Homes had fallen, people were scattered
There wasn’t a sign of hope, all were dead
His whole body ached
What was the use in his attempt?
All around were put to death
What was it that made him exempt?
He had to move on
He wouldn’t give in to death
A hope for a reason didn’t exist
But he would fight until his very last breath
The farther he went, the worse he would see
Rather than crumpled homes, there was only ash
Piles of grey and black sands, the solidified smoke
So much damage, that had come in a flash
There was nothing to do
So he turned the other way
Backtracking his steps
But he didn’t give up on the day
The world had reached it’s end
But this man wasn’t quite done
He would continue looking for light
With or without the sun
I recently found out that April is national poetry month. To me, April is already an important month, and my own reason is also related to poetry. On the 25th, Poets Anonymous will have been around for an entire year!! That is very exciting for me. When I started Poets Anonymous, I really wasn’t sure that it would last, and I honestly did not know where I would go with it. I actually surprised myself with it. I definitely had difficulties with it at times, but I am proud of it. We are not very popular, but we’ve made it this far, and that is good enough for me right now. I had a lot of fun with the group and know I will have more. We’ve moved up from a simple facebook page to a website as well. The site still needs some work, but it has been a great addition. As hard as it may have been to manage it at times, I enjoyed playing around with it. The group has even received submissions from other poets to share on our By The Readers page!! I’ve enjoyed having a collection of various types of poetry sent over to us. It was fun reading the different forms and styles. The experience has even lead me to making new friends. By opening myself up and deciding to actually share my work rather than keep it to myself, collecting dust in a notebook or crumpled up in a small box I keep in my room, I found my way to a huge community of writers!
Poets Anonymous has a long way to go, but I can’t wait to see how we’ve progressed by this time next year.