The Fallout


Windows shut
all boarded up
the earth covered in ash
air--hot
burning--putrid
my eyes streamed waterfalls
my throat burned
gagging I wandered around
blind--scared
like a skeleton in the dark
but even during the darkest night
there is a dawn
life--liberty--the pursuit of happiness
I stumbled upon
one little flower
standing alone
strong, spectacular,
special
bam!
a realization occurs
that no matter what the problem
life goes on
an endless cycle
forever
and
ever

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