Poem / “Hiroshima’s Island”

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“Hiroshima’s Island”

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Oh Danger!
Can you say my name?
I’ve dreamt of this life, but it’s not the same,
Oh Heavens, Oh lord, what can I do?
When the life that I lived,
Came to an end so soon,

A Dragon entered my mind as I sat in class,
The Tree’s often make sounds of leaves
And leaves come to pass from their roots,
As most lives do.
I stare at my teacher,
wondering if he thought the same too.

I often dream of an internal light,
One which would allow me see the world
Travel one day, meet a girl,
Fight for her love with hugs and kisses,
Makes her mine and let her eternal beauty shine,

On the day my kids are born,
I’d tell my father thank you,
I’d hug my mother and tell her I love her,
A family made in stone,
This life would be one i’d call home,

I escape this daydream and look to my left,
The tree’s still whistle
And the leaves still press,
The internal light wanders around carefully,
While the window shine joyfully,
The classroom talks bliss
With only love in their minds,
Focused on what's next.

But,
I stare out the window and notice a drop,
The trees once whistled, in an instant they stop,
The stone that i’ve imagined, cripples and crumbles,
The internal light shines darkness, it’s remains so humble,
The windows they darken, and come without spark,
When the bomb went off,
so did my heart.

Oh Danger!
Can you say my name?
I’ve dreamt Of this life, but it’s not the same,
Oh Heavens, Oh lord, what can I do?
When the life that I lived,
Came to an end so soon,

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By: Ben (HelpingOthers)
6/27/2017

First post of the day, dang these last few days have been one poetic excercise for the brain, thanks to everyone who's been reading! Comment, upvote and follow if you’d like :).
Also, for these next coming days, I will be posting mostly happy poetry, but I still am going to trying to illicit emotion!!! Don’t forget that.

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the stone i imagined crippled and crumbled.. great line... what the day that event was. Steem on

Thanks, been trying to test out my deep poetry as of late to see how it goes. :p