MCreates

Nobody wins in war. This poem was written in memory of those who lost their lives to the wars and any other forms of violence. For those that are left behind, I cannot say that I feel your pain, but somehow, I hope I have given you a voice to express the pain you are going through.

Eyelids slowly unfurling.
There is rubble around me and above me.
I try to move, but my legs feel heavy; my bones ache.
I feel bruises all over me, blood flowing from everywhere.
Gathering all the strength I have left inside me, I try to push my body off the ground.
Dust and darkness surround me, hiding the truth from my sight.
I hear sorrow everywhere—
Ashen faces, broken bones, and broken hearts.
Distant moans echo around me, while the stench of death lingers in the air for miles
I took a step and felt my mother’s arms
as it lay there, shattered and lifeless
Her body lays before me, not believing that she’s gone
We were just sitting on the couch last night, with my head resting on her lap
Telling her my dreams and other silly things
She was brushing my hair as we laugh
Then silence descended after the world erupted in chaos
I wonder how many smiles have faded, how many dreams and lives were torned
We used to dream about tomorrows
But how I wish that tomorrow never came
I never wanted to wake up amidst this wreckage, as my mother’s body lay before me
Ravaged and devoid of life
As I stand before the darkness with a deeper darkness in my heart.
What is pain? What is sorrow? What is grief?
What is happiness? It’s nowhere to be found
Will it ever be found?
I screamed but I made no sound
I feel myself go numb.
I lost my strength and laid to rest
Curled up amidst the ruins
It is just me and the darkness now.
Let it hide the truth before me.
Let it stay until the world fades around me.
I don’t want to see anymore.
I don’t want to hear anymore.
Let darkness stay until I am no more.