Obliterated Poem by grace mariner

You left me here, alone in this nuclear winter.
Amid the vapor and dust there are only fragments.
I collect them, trying to piece together what is left.
How can something so intangible cause such devistation?
You took the magic away with bitter words, turning the wheel,
casting the ragged image back to what it's always been.
To give hope and snatch it back may rank as one of your most
evil of deeds...I'm not sure.
Having forgotten how to pray, I am more alone.
Please look back at this devastation and revel in the pain of it!
In all things be proud of what you've achieved as it serves
your arrogant ego while stripping the flesh from mine.