Zane2976

By the end, nothing more than a burnt out husk. By the end, not even vaguely close to an actual human. By the end, all had been lost. With nothing left, this husk remained. Somehow it endured day in, day out. By the end, there wasn't any pain. By the end, there wasn't any sadness. By the end, there wasn't anything at all. An inferno raged for years, leaving nothing untouched. The windstorm whipped it into a frenzy, consuming all there was. The landscape is blistered, scarred and weeping. Could anything grow here again?

Running Hiding They're looking for me I don't understand why My parents are laying face down in their own blood Daddy didn't get up I don't know where my siblings went They could be running Hiding Just like me Or they could be laying on the floor Just like our parents I still don't know why Will I ever see them again? I see some people ahead They look just like me Frightened Lonely Running I follow them just slowly They could be bad people They could be friends I'll wait and see Night comes and it's dark The small twinkles in the sky offer no comfort from the screams in my head Just like this rock offers no warmth from the numb cold I miss my family Days go by Walking Running Hiding That's what we all do I still don't know why I'm thirsty And hungry And cold The empty houses have already been looted By people like me Trying to survive I see the dead laying in the streets Old man Young woman Little baby Just laying there without family to mourn them The air stank But I don't smell

Life is hard when you're shriveled in pain Pain is there when you've let people down Letting them down is a great shame Years of pain and shame drives you apart While being torn makes for mourning For something you'd never had in morning Afternoon or evening leaves you fear the leaving Abandoning foes is abandoning friends New beginnings are births from ends Internal bleeding cold as ice Setting off feelings numerous as mice Nervous, angry, happy, sad All these things are driving me mad There is one I wish to hold forever Yet push away to the never None have been born with the right To bare witness to my trial and fight I feel this is a terrible sin To let you grow on me Somewhere, somehow we can have forever Knowing when the task is at hand Of which I will hold through this weather To play to the tune of the marching band Forever sounding towards the end Just to start once again The grass is worn, my shoes stale The blue is black, brown is the yellow The green is a shade that