Past Wrongs

I sit and look out at the Wasteland behind me. The world I once know died and has past. The lightning shook the corners of a nation, a nation that sadly, no longer stands. The fury, the hatred, all covered in lies. The sorrow, the sadness, forgotten goodbyes. I sit and I wonder where it went wrong. Was it money, greed, politics, or simply our wrongs. The Christians preach sin, the logics preach practicality, and the evolutionists say we did it ourselves. Where did I go wrong? A child, a no one, lost in a sea of forgivable wrongs. Perhaps if I'd known how to stop our derision, perhaps if I'd know that this is what lie, perhaps if I'd known the heat of decision. I could have been with the lucky to die. But now I'm alone in the future, lost within the rain. I see nothing and no one of recognition. I can see nothing but pain. I still hear their screams in my hind-sight, one of the mind's horrid games. I could have saved my family, I could have saved my love. But I am just a coward, living with my choice. I can not blame the people or derision for only I can take the blame for what I've done myself. By the flame of my new wisdom, I continue on my path to those unlucky to have lived as well, as I. It is stupid to think I'm sorry and cry for lives that passed. Or should I forgive myself and bury it at last. A new hope soon awakens, buried in a darkened mind. I want to start all over, now I have the chance. Be careful what you wish for, it may just come to pass.

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