Russ Gillespie
By
Aina Oluwasegun Yakub
Lone Survivor
In high tune did silence blurt
Amidst the irenic dark clouds
When the stars did gleam joy
When the moon did smile bright
When all doors were already locked, and
All eyes already shut
Softly, the sky grinned
Gently, the earth gagged
But within winks
Silence turned sour
Terror screamed wild
Was it a tornado?
A hurricane?
A typhoon or an earthquake?
Was it a tsunami?
A twister or a cyclone?
No one knew
No one could tell
No one saw it coming
Huge, was the bam
Enormous, was the blast
Fierce, was the storm
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
It’s all roadless
It’s all ugly
The roofs were gone
The walls had crumbled
The fields had crinkled
Mothers call on to children
Children call on to fathers
Father call on to wives
Wives call on to husbands
But: no one rejoined
No one reposted
All were silent
All were lost
All were axed, except
The vile voice of terror
The bile flames of destruction, and
The rile smell of annihilation
Annihilation, drawn from nowhere to everywhere
Sweeping fort like endless ages of grieving
It was colossal wreckage
A meld of rhymeless rhymes, that
Wricks and kinks through artless hearts, plowing
Away lustrous realities for grievous dreams
A cheerful night suddenly becomes a soulless dungeon
But at the tail of it all
When terror had rested its wit
When the stars and the moon were far beyond sight, with the clouds
Now wearing a shining garment of novelty
Then, he surfaced out from a deck he knows not
A Fauntleroy in soiled clothing
Looking as ugly as a toad
Wracked and starked, as if
He breathe not air
Was it miracle?
Was it luck?
Was it providence?
Where are my families?
Where are my friends, neighbors and allies?
Where are they? He wondered
But Fie! All were past
All were consumed
And like a jade, he slouched to drown his sorrow
Knowing quite well that all were buried
And he stands…
A lone survivor.
Whao... I was lost but the poem found me. This is heavenly beautiful. Where can I read more of this?
What? This is like listening to someone's life experiences. This is more that poetry, this is reality in it true colors. I was fed and yet hungry that this lines of reality came to an end. An end that i wish was just the beginning. I will keep in a vault. This is treasure. Thank you for sharing.
whao... whao... This is worth reading a thousand times. I'm hungry for poems like this. Do you have more?
What a poem. It’s out from the norm. It’s exquisitely beautiful. It surely should be seen by the right mind. I wanna thank you for writing this, Do you have paypal?
This is a tale of sorrow wrapped with joy. This is a phenomenal poem, worth trending on all platform. You are great.
This is like a rainbow in the storm. Such is the power of this poem. It's heavenly beautiful.
I'm surprised I'm just seeing this amazing verses, amazing poetry. The writer surely deserves a high recognition and award. Cos this is a speechless poetry with loud noise.
SO NICE
In a single moment life changes and one's whole world changes; you have written something so profoundly powerful and with such horrific vivid descriptive, it's as if you yourself have captured that moment and are the survivor. A rollercoaster of emotions ran amok through my mind while reading this and at the end I was wonderstruck at how such a haunting wonderful piece of writing could make me feel exhausted as if I had witnessed this nightmare myself. Such is the power of you and your words.
REALLY NICE. SIMPLY SUPERB. -SKN BY SANTOSH KUMAR NAYAK ASSISTANT PROF. IN ODIA, NILAMANIMAHAVIDYALAYA, RUPSA, BALASORE AFFILATED TO FAKIR MOHAN UNIVERSITY, VYASA VIHAR, BALASORE- 756001
REALLY NICE. SIMPLY SUPERB. -SKN THANK YOU AND CONGRATULATIONS MR. Aina Oluwasegun Yakub BY SANTOSH KUMAR NAYAK ASSISTANT PROF. IN ODIA, NILAMANIMAHAVIDYALAYA, RUPSA, BALASORE AFFILATED TO FAKIR MOHAN UNIVERSITY, VYASA VIHAR, BALASORE- 756001