Bombing for Peace

My eyes melted while the sky and the city fell. You shone like the apocalypse and I lost you just the same, a world and history up in flames as I extended hell from the confines of my brain. – © Sam Hunt, 2018 Advertisements

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When it rains it pours. My knees are torn like rags as I crawl on all fours towards a never-ending nothing, a perpetual horizon against an ocean of suffering.   My bruises fade for a few more days as the rain melts the snow. Next weekend I’ll bruise again, never reaching out for help until […]

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I’m Here

All the rocks have faded to sand. Bridges rot beneath the sea and haunt abandoned land. Lacklustre hopes of revival die at the hands of supply and demand, while chances of survival have been dealt a losing hand.   I fade away, isolated in the past, dying like an economy which can’t be built to last, reliant […]

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I know every inch of this island and can’t stand the sight of it. I flinch at the hills and the tips of the trees as they rise from the valleys I visit each day. I stare at the storms at sea encircling me from the edge of the bay. The last of the settlers […]

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An Imaginary Ending

I may one day forget the way your hands felt, and might lose sight of the blue of your eyes. I’m wading through old age with a failing brain, a plight with frightening capabilities, but disease won’t debilitate the past, and this winding, derelict path remains alight in sections long since trodden with traces of your […]

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