Anosha Islam Poetry

drawn to darkness
I roam the blackened streets
looking for a cigarette
straining my eyes
trying to focus in on
human forms
lurking in the shadows
armagedon has arrived
or so it seems
this is what it must be like
to be on the fringe
of losing it all
I think I should have brought a knife
heat encrusted bodies
lapping up tainted water
candle wax dripping
on rotting corpses
filet mignon as we once knew it
where have all the flowers gone
now that the earth has dried up
from endless fighting
destroying every god sent nutrient
given
to survive
dying for a cigarette
I still roam
wondering
who has really done this
and will we ever really know the truth

Poet: Lynn Smith-Andino