There is a block of flats
Where everyone has died
All the doors have been nailed up shut
He is the only one alive
He goes to his front door
Outside he can see the storm raging
The continuous thunder in the night
The continuous lightning that lights up the horizon
He calls out but no one hears him
From the day he first moved in, he has called out
Every night before he goes to sleep
He falls into a deep sleep
And from that sleep a man emerges
He picks up the hammer and nails
Okay, that last line is haunting! This poem is intriguing and I love the way you wrote this too. It’s great prose.
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thank you Lucy i really appreciate your response
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