Like a thirsty man trapped in the sanctuary of thoughts
I tread in the tranquility of Hiroshima’s memorial of peace
There, I imbibe every frame of destruction
My innocence wandered to all corners faster than a child
But my matured heart weeps amidst the painful remains
As I peeped through delicate glass covered keepsake
My tears dropped and exploded in the dust
I breathe hard and more but my lungs refused
Now, I can only sigh…on the day it was
Hate and sufferings are only captured souvenirs
On top, the sun drenched dome
Where the twisted steel is keeping its word
But the shattered wall can’t evade to display its pain
The wound and sufferings are all that glitters
In the tranquil Hiroshima’s memorial of peace
The day I dared to disturb your serenity
I noticed myself getting heavier
And as tears go my sight went blurred
I think my heart had exploded! ! ! !
I guessed, I dropped the second bomb in Hiroshima
Ayi Escalona
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