Bleeding Hands

My ear drums echoed wildly

as I regained conciousness.

I was half in and half out of the house

disorientated and in a daze.

Confusion gripped my mind

as my soul refused to accept.

What I saw defied belief

and filled my heart with grief.

My family lay in shattered ruins

all inert and blown to bits.

My home and those I loved had gone

in a second of unleashed terror.

I could not see my wife and baby

I broke through a wall.

Together in each others arms

they lay dead.

I scrambled outside into bright sunshine

to find neighbours in trauma.

Screams and cries everywhere

as the dust settled about us.

What had we done to deserve this?

are we bad people?

I wanted to be taken to heaven

there and then.

To be together with all of them.

A distant explosion brought me back

to where I was in my flat.

I could not cry or think,

my eyes did blink.

There was nothing to live for

all was lost