Saturday, June 30, 2012

Apocalyptic.

Crashing, falling, fires ablaze
Stumbling, searching, memories in a haze
Tripping over my feet
Bodies in a sea of defeat
War raging round me
There is no time to flee.
Companions flinging
Firearms ringing
My hands clapping over my ears
It doesn't muffle out the sound
It just deepens my fears.
No one around me has awoken.
The sound finally stops.
My heart feels like it is choking
And to my knees I drop.
Is there even a reason
I'm the only one alive?
But why does that matter
When I already feel like I've died?

<Copyright Faith C. 2012>