Dying

The day our world became silent1

Was the day no one stood up for what they believed in2

And then all we could hear was the screams3

I hid myself, protecting what I had left from the horrors of war4

By the time I came out of hiding there was only silence5

The wind's whispers told me of the past terrors6

And I emerged from the rubble to find myself in a dying world7

My home had been brought down around me, walls built so high8

Everyone's home had been crushed, and their own homes had crushed them9

Shattered glass lay among the charred debris10

Dolls lay in the hands of the smothered little girls11

The last echoes of the baby's screams tickled at my ears, sourly12

In the air waited fatigue and chemicals from the nuclears13

Pianos lay broken and begging for one last play14

Builidings lean, weak and ready to collapse along with the world15

The walkways charred and cracked still held memories of playing children16

A lone ferris wheel creaked, a reminder of what great things man could create17

This dead world was a reminder of the horrible things that man could unleash18

But there was no one left to remember it, except me19

And I remember everything from the first bomb that came screaming down to the earth20

To the silence that tore at my heart and mind21

I wandered for days, dying along with the world22

I kept the dead company23

I granted the last wish of the pianos and played a broken melody24

I played with the shadows of the lost children25

Each step cut at my hope26

Just as these people had taken steps until they were at the top27

And then they were cut until there was nothing left28

The end was coming for me29

I would soon be accompaning the decaying world30

But there was something, its echoes I could not ignore31

It was outlined by the plagued sun, coming into focus with each step32

The tree was twisted and charred33

Dead34

But I was wrong35

There were budding leaves, soon they would bloom36

I sat beneath the gnarled tree37

Watching as the dead world was reborn38

Until I took in one last, strangled breath39

Beneath the plagued sun, the bombed out world, surrounded by the shadows of my sisters and brothers40

My corpse, now protected by the green leaves of the twisted tree

Author notes

I'm so bored. I just wrote this after a song. The song is "Umirat" (Dying) and it is in Russian. The music video is sweet, check it out on youtube. Just type in Tracktor Bowling- Umirat. If you want the lyrics in English ask me. And feel free to criticize my poor work. I didn't put much into it so... yeah.

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  • rustic
    October 13

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    wow ~

    smack of a bit of hate, a bit of hope and just the bit of.. people grow up from stupid war games... at least to me ..


  • Duke1985
    August 16

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    I like this and I like the little touch of hope you throw in there. I think when someone writes about something as depressing as the end of the world alot of times that theme of hope gets left aside, but I think its a very important theme to the post apocalyptic genre. Your defiantly being considered for a finalist.


  • Keirii
    June 18

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    What do you mean? This was amazing!!! You're definately a finalist!!! If this is you writing while your bored, I can't wait to see what you write like when your fired up!!!

    Great job!!!

  • Non Paix
    April 11

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    This was written very well, it is hard to do a free verse poem, one with no true definition of the pattern and no rhyme, but you pulled it off well Most people would choke and their free verse would be complete crap.

    Good job!


  • Lachrymose.
    April 10

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    Sorry but I can't critisize this. It's just too damn good. I really have nothing else to say other than that it's AMAZING!!!!!!!

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