Just a little random poetry

The bomb went off, but somehow I’m still moving. My blue eye filled with grey smoke clouds as I watched part of me dying. My body still reeks of gasoline, I hear people crying. I feel the burning of my skin and I can still taste the blood in my mouth.

Like a robot I just keep moving, walking away from something I never had. Watch all the burning and the people going mad.

Two little hands seem to find mine, somehow they live without a scratch. Tears roll down my charred face, just got to get away, get away.

I can see a light at the end where the little hands lead me, with someone holding open the door, maybe I can get my torched body to make it a few steps more.

The bomb went off, but somehow I’m still moving.

 

A little late on the post today–Enjoy your day and be kind!!