And Years to Come

A Post-Apocalyptic poem

 

They are all around

Every hellspawn hound.

They scratch and bite at my door.

Every night they come,

At dawns break they go.

All through the night my children cry and moan.

I want to go out there

And end it all.

Stop their constant attack.

Make them leave my home.

I know, however,

They won't stop.

They'll come and come and come.

So we sit

By lantern light

And wait for the sun to come again

For days

And months

And years to come.

 

Reviews

[Pepsimax]

very touching, a family in a unsecure home surrounded by demon dogs.