A Vision Through The Lens

Look through the lens and expect to see

beyond the shore

Nothing out there

It’s but a blank, the dark

Eyes are getting accustomed

The earth of smoke

The polluted waves

A blackened sky

A mushroom cloud up to the heavens

A scorched earth

Bodies charred to the bone

I pulled away

The sun is shining as before

I leave the lens

I care not to see anymore

I only want to feel the sun.

© D Marsden 2019

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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