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