I sit watching the cars drive by
Nothing in my heart
Tears streaming down my grimey cheeks
Heat behind me but I don't care
no one comes not even a hare
the fire from the twisted horor that was my family
Licking up coming to now claim me
Red blue red blue cuts from the dark winter sky
I see them coming I do not wave I do not move
I sit like stone waiting to crumble
The screams the screeching metal
All fresh in my mind
Fire 1,2,3 How many times will it rob me
My brother my mother my father and my daughter
Gone
Gone by the bastard who ran
Gone by man who dosent care
All my loved ones gone in a drunk mans scene
I want to run I want to scream
I cant im still
I realize something has changed white walls
People bustling
Beeps all around
I move for the first time just to look around
“Miss” A gentle voice asks
I see A man Kind
I cant speak I cant move anymore
I fall fall onto the tile floor
It wont be the same
is there any point
I decide then to visit my family again
A long beep
Screams then nothing
I see my family kind and loving
I'm happy once again
- Author: Jack Campbell ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2023 16:40
- Comment from author about the poem: It is relatable
- Category: Sad
- Views: 14
Comments1
a great write!
thanks for sharing
please forgive my feeble poetic reply below
after reading your impassioned words, i couldn't resist
(sadly, some crimes can never be punished
enough
to make sense, or balance
the devastation
reaped by unsuspecting victims
whose ill-fate, is deemed
a casualty of existence, by such
a callous universe...)
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