Letter To A Nuclear World

Winter descends.
To the limits of imagination,
armageddon is a memory;
a grimace of God.
I have died from radiation sickness,
and my soul walks streets
littered with ash.
Ghosts ascend; I was never religious,
but I believed.
In peace. Equality.
I was Western, and in an ended world.
No warnings came.
The holocaust set light
to the atmosphere,
and only dreams were left.
Through them,
I live again.
The way wildlife
creeps down broken streets
but no people crowd in.
In Heaven, I give warnings to angels
with no ears; peace
is nothing unless on Earth.
Everybody fights,
but in a nuclear world,
nobody can afford to.
Note: This is entirely in my head, and I'm not sure if I felt everything. Just to make it nice, I combined Thoughts and Love. If you could relate in any way, thank you so much.