Aftermath
I don’t belong here
where the skies have been crying
longer than a fortnight
and the birds of the air
have all but disappeared
their morning songs
but a distant memory
The once vibrant town has turned
into a populace of grey ghosts
roaming directionless
an aftermath of fire & brimstone
unleashed on the innocent
by someone or something
with an unknown agenda
I don’t belong here
where there is no mercy
where those I once cherished
have turned their backs
& walked away without explanation
leaving the world I once knew
barely recognizable
january two thousand twenty-five
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