Empty endless streets

 

Empty endless streets,

I shuffle through

like they are on repeat.

Keep eyes

to the ground,

only staring

at the scruffy shoes

on my aching feet.

For if I lift my gaze

and look around,

I'll be scared,

 afraid of the sight I find.

 

Was so different

before the bombs came,

before the fallout rain

swamped the ground

in its fiery pain.

There used to be

life around,

Sounds abounding

from the shops and buildings,

replaced with deathly silence

on these empty endless streets.

Now I just dream

of those old days

before the blast

of neutron rays,

before the decay and agony.

Before the bad winds 

blew it all away.

 

The crumbling old cinema,

used to show movies all day,

so many stories

contained within its shell,

so many stolen kisses, lost glances,

now all that dances

are the fallout particles

and embers on the wind.

Now it just resembles hell.

Scorched, broken walls,

old paint blisters.

How I miss the old life.

How different it would be

if the rockets had missed us.

 

Supermarket shelves,

ransacked and ravaged,

the life that remained

fought to scavenge.

Old tins and produce

now all gone,

only so much food

to go around,

Others went to ground,

they never returned,

it’s just me now

and this lonely

old war-torn town.

 

Past the old school block.

In the old days

this would be alive,

children running and playing,

now just fading echoes

of a long dead memory.

No longer thrives.

Down my old road,

born and raised

in this abode,

now just sits

derelict, broken to bits.

Just a reminder

of the missile hits.

 

 

 

 

 

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