[Maud]

The single man stared in the sky,
Knowing what he had seen couldn't lie,
Seen with the boom that they were dead,
Now the only one around with his head,
"Is it all over, am I waiting for my turn?"
I had to go no time to morn,
Because you see I'm the only won alive,
but still for life I strive,
That final grasp,
Till my last day I will clasp.

I will live,
Until there is no more to give,
And when I reach my final day,
I will know I have chosen the right way.

Then the memories of the week before,
The bomb hitting causing the forlorn gore,
Why oh why,
With them could I not die?
I have to live here alone,
With anyone else's despair I would definitely loan.

They had to blow everything up,
As if this world wasn't already a dump.
They had to make it worse,
With their greed so coarse,
They have damned as all,
With their pettiness and gull.
We know this was going to be,
Yet we never strove to be free.

Hope used to be my model word,
Now I see it as quite absurd.
If only I was to find a gun,
Then this hell would be done,
They say hell will be worse, you can bet,
But at least while I'm being judged, it'll be rest I get,

It has been much more than a single night,
Losing my will to fight,
Even a sharp piece of glass will do,
Why must my fate be so cruel?

I found my prize,
Of a considerable size,
An old butcher knife,
To end this sorry excuse of a life,
As I hold this savior,
I see my situation as less graver,
But still I hold this thing to my throat,
Now excuses staring to float,

I may not be the only one still here,
But in my mind I knew it was only suicide I didn't dear.
I got up and stared a pace,
I promised myself I'd never lose face,
I looked but to now avail,
But like my old boat I still set sail.

It has been around a year,
I have lost the feeling to fear,
I had seen a survivor a while back,
Laying in quite a large crack,
But first you must know I haven't eaten,
My stomach has taken quite a beaten',
Not able to think,
I took a rock and CLINK,
He was hit in the back of the skull,
So I built a fire in a hole,
And I ate him as he screamed,
The eyes never failed to beam,
The worst part is what came up soon,
A half destroyed bar called the Dessert Saloon,
Their was quite a lot of food,
For the quest of life I built ingratitude.

But now I still live out of habit,
Nothing but a lowly maggot,
Then the stomach pain setting in,
This was the down fall for many men,
Water was scattered about,
But with food I was without.
Oh!, how for food I would shout,
Just a taste in my mouth.

It was so bad I consumed corpses,
Even a group of half alive horses,
Then I realized one day,
That maybe this wasn't the way,
Maybe I should settle down,
Plant some food in this radioactive ground.
I haven't died yet from what I ate and drank,
So I gathered up a wooden plank.

After this little shack was built,
I seen some flowers about to wilt,
I gathered up the seeds,
And planted the tiny beads.

I searched for a vegetable or fruit,
And found some corn and added it to my loot.
The flowers attracted bees,
I made some netting up to the knees,
And trapped the things,
I cooked and ate those annoying beings.

I got corns and carrots twice the size,
And put them in with other supplies,
And stared to think I actually have a life,
Good thing it didn't end with that knife.

Time started to pass,
And the world started growing grass,
My little garden grew,
And of plants my knowledge flew,
Until a day when a group of men came,
Suddenly came a question for my name,
Then I realized I didn't know,
And for some reason their anger began to grow,
One brought out his club,
And demanded some grub,
I went to the back and gabed the blade for farming,
Chopped his head off, and the others began alarming.
They attacked and I swung,
Until the only thing left was their dung.

But don't feel sad
I'm not mad,
I liked to be alone,
On my hobbies I could hone.

I started taking little trips,
Into adventure my life would dip,
I would later find alive horse,
And seen the future was not getting worse.
I built a cart for a holiday,
I even filled it with a touch of hey,
I was to make a great trek,
And but seeds and supplies on the deck.

Whipped the horse and began,
Being the only man,
But now I knew there was more,
Down to my very core.

I met some more who tried to steal,
I warned them gave them some if they had a strong will,
I had some followers on my caravan,
Then I met quite an intelligent man,
We filled the cart with dirt,
But in some seed and began corn's birth.

We were happy to give out some free seeds,
In exchange for good deeds,
Like helping us wash the horse,
But for straight food it was worse,
You had to help us push the cart,
With me and Bart.

But one day their was another flash,
Flipped over the cart, which made it ash,
The man with brain Bart,
Was only a leg one single part.

I dug a hole but my seeds in their,
Building a shack saying this wasn't fare,
I had people to know,
Faces to see places to go,

[DarkPower]

I liked it. I could really see how it could just become a real story. There were a lot of spelling errors and a few typos and the such but I think if you went back and did a bit of editing you could really bring people in to read it. Maybe even have it read like a story that rhymed... I dont know how that would happen but instead of having stanzas put it into paragraphs. I think it would be really cool. Its a great piece.

[Maud]

thanks I posted this some time ago I wondered how you knew it existed.

[DarkPower]

I have my ways lol. But hey you sound... so much older.

[Maud]

I know I have mature in the past year, thats why i dont write poetry anymore

[DarkPower]

what does maturing have to do with not writing poetry anymore? i dont think your terrible .. I think your quite good.

[Maud]

well ur one of the few

[Lubesh]

I agree with dp about the editing...otherwise a goodpiece, which once u start read u have to finish. The only bits (the editing) which irritated me were the lines where u seemed to sacrifice quality for a rhyme or like sounding word. But i liked this narrative.

[Syrah]

This, I realize, is over a year old and therefore I'm not sure you really care to know or do any editing or have critiques on it. But I don't care I'm going to anyways.

I had to go no time to morn,

I think it would be better with a comma there and mourn is mispelled......

I had to go, no time to mourn.

I'm the only won alive

---one alive.

The bomb hitting causing the forlorn gore,

Sounds better with a comma....

The bomb hitting, causing the forlorn gore,

Their was quite a lot of food,

Wrong their. Its there.

I dug a hole but my seeds in their,

I'm guessing you meant

I dug a hole, put my seeds in there,

saying this wasn't fare,

This wasn't fair.

Besides that.... This was a very ambitious, long poem... and I find the longer the poem the harder to keep people interested and the meter flowing. You did a decent job at this. You have improved greatly, in my opinion, since this poem... but this in itself is well done all things considered. BTW. I like your poems.... so don't feel down hearted about how good you are. You are better than you think.