Nuclear Winter
Each window conceals emotions,
In the high-rise soviet flats.
The deserted streets and light of
lanterns immerse me
Deeper into the sadness of winter.
Into my own thoughts of reality
People leave cars running over night
To keep the batteries warm
Their endless puffing in an expanse
Their futile maturations of the oil industry
I am grey like the clouds, wading the streets
I wonder if anyone will make it out
The winter’s demons are on the horizon
Ever-present like grey monoliths
A lamppost is a black silhouette
Amongst the snow on the ground
I am not sure if there is a god
But if there is, where do I pray?
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Posted Aug 31, 2022, 10:41 PM UTC · edited
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