A nightmare

The looming gray clouds overhead
Relieved themselves on top my head.
I saw not a soul, nothing stirring
Nor where I stood no living thing.
What in hell happened? I wondered
Not a single sound or word
The city was seemingly dead.
Then I heard a sound just ahead
A loud-mouth on a radio
From where it came I did not know.
The blaring voice bestirred the calm
“An unknown source had dropped a-bomb
Radiation levels are high,
Beware! ” the voice shouted nearby.
Abed, awakened laid I scared
Rattled by this horrid nightmare.

poem by Albert Ahearn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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