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Nothing that Never was

the memory of man

By Barbara LambPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Nothing that Never was
Photo by Wim van 't Einde on Unsplash

I am standing and waiting in the rain

Hard and cold cutting through my clothes

The concrete is rough and icy on my bare feet

I can see the lighting flashes silently across the night sky

The lights of the buildings slowly flicker out

Leaving their dark silhouette in the flashing

I can feel the thunder rattles my bones

The city is melting away, slithering into the mud

Thick and cold as my legs sink into it

Stars are racing across the sky

I can feel the warmth of the coming sun

Light breaks the far horizon, revealing the void before me

I stretch my bare arms to the sky

Grasping at the promised warmth

The sun and moon take turns streaking across above me

Grass sprouts, the season pass

Flowers bloom, birds make their home in my branches

I am standing in the sun the memory of man is far gone.

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About the Creator

Barbara Lamb

Finding my voice.

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