Bomb Shelter Poetry
Today I’m working on poetry. Also a story. Here’s the poem.
There once was a boy
Who lived in a bomb shelter
In the middle of his father’s hometown.
One day Dad was out
The boy heard planes in the sky
And the bombs fell down and down.
No chance for escape
The boy crawled under his bed
Crying softly and tightly curled
The song of each bomb
The thunder of gods
The sound of the end of the world.
When at last it was done
Shaking and bruised
The boy crawled out from his hole
And though the bombs they had stopped
The shadows they dropped
Would remain forever upon his soul.
And no town
No life to be found,
The boy from the bomb shelter