That night I fell asleep under the roof of my father and mother
so cold, that I covered up to my neck
I'm fast asleep
i had a dream
but the bottom of the earth's crust woke everyone that night
the ground shifted and rumbled
my body is limp
my muscles tensed with fear
my breath caught in my neck
I embraced my mother's frail body
I saw my father's silhouette holding the door and screaming
come on hurry up kid!
I can see the white hair of his sideburns flutter above his jaw
my bare feet tread on the shifting earth
everyone is so scared
adults cry
they shouted
this is the first time I saw their ferocious faces turn into helpless fear
buildings that existed before me
crumbled down along with his memories
the cars of billions of conglomerates became skeletons of ash crushed by the rubble
the little girl screamed pitifully on her father's shoulder
I can't see her cute face anymore
because half of her face was covered in red
oh poor little girl
I never thought the earth where I live would be this angry
his anger tore the streets
shed what he could level the ground
Turkey is cloudy this morning
covered in dust
grief
sad
afraid
we are under one roof makeshift tent
those of us who are still alive search under the rubble
looking for the lost
I don't want to experience this again
I don't want to see this sad sight again
such a heartbreaking loss
but what can i do
a servant who can surrender to his almighty god
only by him we were created
and only to him we return
Turkey, February 6, 04:17
written by NAH
- Author: NAH (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 7th, 2023 10:07
- Comment from author about the poem: my condolences for what happened in turkey and syria.\\\\r\\\\n May those who are lost be given fortitude and sincerity. \\\\r\\\\nThank you for the world that has been caring and helping
- Category: Special occasion
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