In Search of Supplies. Poetry and ai artwork

The night sky is dark
The stars are not shining
And the moon is in hiding
For the city we call home, it's falling apart
People are dying by the dozen
From sickness and disease
We need medical supplies to bring them back to life
But where can we find them in these ruins?

All around us, buildings lie in ruins
The streets are covered in rubble and dust
And the only light that we can see is the fire that burns in the night
We search for any signs of life
But all we find is death and destruction
Unless we can find medical supplies, our city will die
Bringing hope to those who need it most
We will find the supplies we need to save our city
And bring back the people who have died.

In these dark days, we need all the light we can find.



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: