Leaving in search of supplies.
I've been waiting for this day
The day when I can leave the safety of home
And venture out into the world
To find what may be left
Of those who once called it home.
I've packed my backpack with all of the supplies I'll need
For a journey that may take weeks or even months
I know that I'll have to be careful
And not get lost in this forsaken place
But I'm ready for the challenge
And I know that when I return home
I'll be able to share stories of what I've found.
As I head out the door
I know that I'm taking a risk
But I'm also hopeful
That when I finally return
There will be some good news waiting for me.
I'll be able to tell my friends
That I'm safe and that I've found some supplies
That may help us rebuild our home
And bring back the light to our dark world.
I'll be able to bring back supplies
That will help us survive and rebuild
And maybe one day we can once again call this place our home.
But for now, I'll have to brave the dangers
And trust that when I return
I'll be able to share stories of what I've found.
Outside Lazarus
Outside the city walls,
I search for any supplies that we may need.
Anything to help us survive this bleak world.
To rebuild Lazarus.
At time it seems there's nothing here but ruin and despair,
But I find something that I hope will be of great use.
A cache of firearms and ammunition.
If we can arm ourselves, then we may have a chance.
The city is falling apart around us,
And the bandits are becoming more powerful by the day.
We'll need to be vigilant if we want to survive.
But I know we can do it,
We have to find a way out of this dark place.
If we can find a way to arm ourselves,
And protect ourselves from the dangers that lurk outside.
Then maybe Lazarus can be rebuilt.
But I know that it won't be easy,
We'll have to face many dangers and trials along the way.
But I'm ready for anything,
This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.
Thank you for reading.
💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus:
Interesting idea.