After the Cataclysm. A poem.

The cataclysm,
the implosion,
the thing that left me frozen.
Eking out existence
like a hermit crying “why?”,
wandering through a wasteland,
a prisoner doing time.

The aftermath,
a dawn, rebirth,
the world that to me opened.
A brand new meme that screams,
all in high fidelity.
No more wandering for this monk,
no more pity will I need.

I write a lot of poetry, some of which doesn’t appear on this website. For more poems, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To find out how to buy a copy,
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