aftermath Date: Saturday, 3rd January 2004 @ 12:40:59 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: me the smell is repulsive death has been here empty bodies cold hands and eyes betrayed tears and soil and bloody mud a mess of destroyed lives what justice can I claim here? boulders where lives used to stand the windows have no walls to validate them the outside came in and confused the doors everything is one now or everything is nothing there is no use for these broken chairs no one to eat the rotting food set on the table let the scavengers have their feast the smell is repulsive the sight of right gone wrong, overwhelming a mother sits on the floor of her kitchen with clouds for ceiling, wind for walls holding remnants of a baby’s blanket in her bloody hands her face marked with salt and mud her eyes are blank, no tears this isn’t real... from where she sits alone she can’t be sure it’s not a nightmare Nov. 03 This poem is Copyright © me Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=30642