Silence.
Glorious and Luxurious, different from any city.
The city of hopes, the city of dreams.
Now the city of grieving pain.
The citizens, screaming for mercy, screaming for help.
But to get no answer back.
Was it a dream?
A terrible terrible nightmare that would make you hug your mother when you woke up.
No, only some could've wished.
Grey skies and grey hopes.
The sweet sky now grey and dull.
Bustling streets, children of cheer.
Some citizens with tears of joy.
But the tears that flow down their face.
Is now filled of despair and gloom
The moment of shock, no one would've ever thought.
Once a mountain, now the destroyer of lives and hope.
If only this was a dream.
Ashes to ashes.
Crushed dreams and crushed hopes
The once beautiful city, now filled with dead silence and sorrow.
-L.N.L
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Writers note:
Heyyy my first writers note lol!
Anyways, fun fact; this poem was actually a 6th grade assignment I had. We had to write about the destruction of Pompeii and this is what I wrote :). Oh another thing, I actually got an award for this as well!!
~Yours Truly
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Rigor Samsa
Poetry"n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time-and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated...
