Cave Paintings From a Post-Apocalyptic Society

Life through my eyes...
My heart was born
with built-in noose.
To choke my soul
after one use.
The rope sways slow,
Reality.
I need someone
to help me see.
Bullet train keep
right on dying.
This pain will not
stop multiplying.
In my cave I
paint the walls black.
I will wait there
for my call back.
Can't keep living
like I do.
Supernova,
I'll be with you.
I have been lost.
I have called out.
I have flickered,
in the fallout.

By Ryan Papp
Published: 4/15/2005		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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