Possibly the most depressing poem I've ever written. For English class based of of John Hersey's Hiroshima. Enjoy!
A Flower's Bloom
The city lay in ruins.
In the span of a single moment,
Hiroshima filled with a tremendous bright light,
and turned to a mass of destruction.
Buildings were desecrated,
reduced to mere rubble in a single flash.
Cars sat on the street,
halted in the middle of a slow drive.
A fire blanketed the destruction,
burning everything in its path.
Those who were not destroyed instantly
by the power of the bomb
lay suffering from the pain of their wounds.
A girl lay upon the ground,
so badly burned she could not get up.
Several other people lay around her,
their bodies broken,
along with their spirits.
"Water," the girl whispered,
"I am so very thirsty."
But no one was alive to hear her plea.
So she waited in silence,
and as she waited the city began to bloom.
The radiation that lingered in the air
sped up the growth process of plants.
Hiroshima was beginning to rebuild.
In front of the girl,
a small green shoot began to grow steadily.
The shoot of a beautiful flower.
"Please. Someone help me..."
Time began to pass slowly,
but no one came to save the girl.
As the city Hiroshima burst into blossom,
the grass growing thick from radiation,
the girl grew very thirsty and alone.
As the flower in front of her began to awaken,
the girl began to fade.
A few hours later the girl's only living companion took full flight.
The flower was the brightest color of pink
the girl had ever been alive to witness,
it's pollen center gave out more rays than the sun.
As her life waned down to nothing,
she looked upon the flower
with a look of deep admiration.
She began to think thoughts of hope.
Not a single person was coming to save her,
but she had accepted her fate.
You are the most splendid flower
in all of the whole world,
she thought to herself happily.
Then she faded into darkness.