Ivy clings to abandoned homes, Climbing its wily way through doors, And wrapping thriving leaves about walls.

Cars litter the streets; queued and stacked, Motionless.

Supplies were ransacked when the waste spread.

So long ago; months or years?

Roaches scatter, invading the planet.

Dust has long since settled, Immersing itself in the crying soil.

Clean up efforts proved futile as we died.

Relentless, evil beauty, rising into the sky, Explosive.

One after another they fell, no one won, There was no one left to win.

Mushroom clouds.

Radiating light, rising higher and higher. The reaper’s energy sank, flooded; Matter torn apart in an instant.

Panic, blinded panic, Many ran for cover.

Sores broke out, hair thinned and fell, Self-inflicted death visited.

Dying, all around me, dying, Decay set in, Hopeless.

Buildings swept away by the burst and tide, Vehicles used for shelter, abandoned, Shops fearfully invaded.

Thirst, drying thirst like glass in the throat, Poisoned water, shelves empty, Mass graves dug.

I move blindly from town to town, camp to camp; Survival instinct, old worries obliterated, Disconnected, unattached.

My fingers and ears are my eyes, for beauty blinded me,

The voices grew soft and faded until none were heard, Foraging for tins, food and syrup.

Aching, cursed loneliness, pointless existence, Ivy, mutated ivy, and roaches, Humanity, lifeless!