Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

Destroyed

Why are we silent when we should be screaming?

We have to stand up and thrive.

If we keep our mouths shut, how will we find out the meaning?

We're lucky we're still alive.

Nothing is the same type of evil to everyone

But the sight of fresh human blood.

Someone might have lost, others may have won,

But none of it mattered as the sky turned red with a thud.

They ran just to live, for dying had never been closer,

And the world broke into two.

We have always wanted the horrors to be over,

But others had their own wishes, too.

There are actions that can never be forgiven

And things that cannot be denied.

Who will get us out of the nightmare we've been living?

Who will give life back to those who have died?