Eternal Fallout

Philip Daniel Cook

Another universe, when humans are all that

remain.

Nobody really fought, only mentally starved.


So sold, down that river of Time that asked

is this all you can be what you are?

What you have and what you have not.


But the truth is that that knowledge is power,

in the hands of those who didn't know what to do.


And all the human stuff was left to hang dry

for another nuclear winter.

And you take something from nothing.

But you are equally impossible to break.

Because the human fears uniquely.

The solitude of space, all that remains.

All that you once were, is old ruins that were cities.

All that we are really, are projections of what we desire.

In a world, we cannot save because we don't begin.


The process of annihilation starts at the base.

Of willing soldiers for a war you can't remake.

The feelings you have left, turn away.


Because words are only words.

And when the nuke landed, all that is left....

is unsolved conundrum, of freedom and peace.


So when you say. Expect different results,

from the same bomb that blows.

You can't.

  • Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2019 18:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: All is left is an overpopulated planet, surrounded with dead human like creatures. Dead animals, and food for this \\\'victor\\\'. While the observers look on to this small pond of a universe.
  • Category: Nature
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