Fallout

By Asura

Gray walls, impenetrable steel
Suffocation! Condemnation!
Little hands groping in subterranean uncertanly.
Mommy? Daddy? Am i dead?
Nay! Nay!
Reborn into purifying fluorescence!

A face emerges, strong and pure
Father to me? Father to all!

Overseeing our lives, our eternities.
Harshness of discipline.
Harshness of love.
Obedience my savior!...

Larva to pupa, pupa to worker
Buzz, buzz ! One with the steel honeycomb.
10 lies within the 101, significant at last.
Till gray seeps from walls, to hair, to soul.
Then, eternal slumber, the sweet sleep of incineration...

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Published on Sunday, November 29, 2015. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Fallout"

On Wednesday, March 29, 2017, syzygy (44) wrote:

This is the first Fallout poem I've ever read. Excellent. The gray seeping in is why I can't bear to play it. Being stuck in a vault with all the personalities and agendas...that would be a greater hell than becoming the incinerated shadow on a wall. Well done.
On Wednesday, March 29, 2017, Asura (15) wrote:

Thank you!
A former member wrote: I'm feeling a sort of circle of life theme going on here. All of the uncertainty, and the beauty's real Nature being revealed. Bravo, baby. Reb:).
On Thursday, May 19, 2016, Dimensions (94) wrote:

Wow. Awesome. I won't pretend to understand every line but every line was great. Last stanza closed on point. Very enjoyable!
A former member wrote: There's an almost frantic pace to this work that did not detract from its purpose or theme in any form. Interesting word selections and I applaud taking on a difficult theme. Very well done.
On Wednesday, May 18, 2016, Asura (15) wrote:

Thank you, i apreciate it ^-^