Edward Lake

[trap.]

Title: "Ghost Town"



Ghost Town.
i've been there.
i walked through the pile of debris
smiling wryly
seeing abandoned concrete buildings smiling back at me
like they were trying their utmost to forget the tragedy
man, try this
try staring at yellow walls,
consisting of what used to be white bricks
try to realize what the effect of time is
then surrender to the thought there's no knowing it all
stare in awe at a mysterious hole in the wall
looking like someone knew his luck,
blew it up, and escaped this makeshift graveyard

imagine it,
there could've been preparations all day today
the created illusion of utopia,
a farce, carefully preparing their May Parade
you've seen pictures of people harvesting seeds
walk around in reality for a change
it's so hard to believe

i tried to face it
have you ever seen a man-made landscape
simply testifying to the fact that man can't plan fate?
it's simple,
strolling slowly, seeing silly stop signs
still, at least something succeeded to stop time
i've seen snow on leaves, so spooky
it's like i've seen ghosts, i feel i know more
but nature hid the answers
now nothing's visible no more
or have you ever seen a tree growing through a stone floor?
an eerie scene, which seems
like something greater than us
took paint, and a brush - finishing this dripping clock scenery

only to wake up with a shock
and know that this is all part of our system
and you sit in fear
as truth hits the ears
with such a deafening silence it makes it hard to listen

i've been there.
chernobyl has forever scarred my vision.