Finishing Line

Empty streets,
void of cars, voices, and people
end of the world

but a bomb did go off

that lull of security

pulled from under their feet

a broken finish line
detour
down the alley

run

under the bed and find the rosary

throw it to the street

dusty carnage
cries at dusk
where was the joy

gone into dreams

safety in moth eaten blankets.

 

 

This is a brand new poem that I wrote today in fact. Normally, I would save this poem to send away but I really wanted to share it with the world. I guess we all know what this is about.

 

Have a great weekend.