The Capital in Ruins - Spiral

On a cold spring day

after twenty years of sleep

he finally woke.

He washed his hands

in flowing waters

and started back home.

His arms were tired

and his hands were cold

but his feet led him on.

Everything looks so familiar.

could this broken place

be his home?

His tired eyes

take in the ruined landscape.

And he’s not quite sure

if he’s awake.

Where have all the people gone?

And where were his machines

when everyone lay dying?

A bird’s lonely cry breaks the silence then fades away.

while the buildings broken faces stare back at him.

And he sits quietly and watches nature creep over his city

while he tries to maintain the shambles of his life.

During his first week

he mourned his lost people

and searched for life.

With collected remnants

he rebuilt his house

and time marched on.

His heart it ached

and his mind went wild

but his feet led him on.

Everything looks so familiar

this must be his home.