Ashes

Wake up,
look around,
smell the ashes.

See the smoke,
gaze at the debris,
of a gone civilization.

Breathe the air,
fill your lungs,
with toxicity.

And walk around,
on tainted soil,
painted by death.

Feel the wind,
and be carried,
by the radiation.

In broken words,
scream to hell,
asking for help.

And hear your voice,
disappear,
in dark eternity.

As everyone did,
and everyone will,
including you.

- Juan Ignacio Núñez