I have a story to tell, but there is nobody to listen anymore.
People come to see what remains of my former glory;
But no one stays long enough to experience the nights of utter desolation;
that I have been living in, since the past 29 years.
I had good people who loved me in the past;
Now, my menacing nature is all that anyone remembers.
Where I heard people talk and children laugh before;
There is only eerie quietude along the empty corridors.
They say the very air surrounding me is contaminated;
And the earth laden with radioactive debris.
I wanted to be the source of happiness and prosperity;
Instead, they reduced me to a rubble that carries death and disease.
I was once considered home by a prospering community;
Now, only animals and nature dwell on my lands without worry.
An empty Ferris wheel stands in the middle of nowhere;
Forever waiting to take children around in turns.
They said they’ll be back soon;
But nobody returned to claim the city they called their own.
The blasted reactor still looms in the distance;
Always reminding me of it’s evil nature.
And I can do nothing but remember;
The beautiful days before that nuclear disaster.
I am Pripyat;
The city that stands abandoned forever.