In the dark of night,
through broken streets and falling debris,
I search for medical supplies
to bring back to my city
now in shambles.
The hospitals are empty
and the pharmacies are all closed
as our once great city crumbles.
We've been without medical supplies for days
and we're running out of time.
We'll find what we need
and get the supplies back to our city
before it's too late.
We'll do whatever it takes
to save our city from ruin
and bring back the medical supplies we need.
We'll never give up
not as long as there's still a chance
to save our city from its own demise.
Medical supplies, we need them
now more than ever before.
This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.
Thank you for reading.
💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus: