Fire and Flood

Lost homes?

Three spirits,
No last words,
Three gunshots,
Tore apart my entire world.

Sky was aflame,
Smoke casted obscurity,
Traffic of unreaped souls,
The only one being reaped was humanity.

War of the devils,
I was thirteen,
Trudging amongst dead angels,
With blood on my sinless skin.

With bloody footsteps,
Wandered the dead city,
Voices buried under bones,
Barbarians don't understand pity.

We set the sails,
Bags full of memories of a dreary night,
In hope of an asylum,
We were birds who lost our flight.

A massive storm,
Hit our ship,
Death followed,
Maybe life had a stronger grip.

We drowned,
Skies witnessing our cries,
Ocean laid its icy hands,
Dragging souls to demise.

Existence was just a game,
The game of survival,
They would let each other fall of edge,
We weren't comrades but Rivals.

We floated ashore,
With sunlight warming our brittle hearts,
I flinched at the sight of those strangers,
I couldn't believe this was a new start.

A new life,
Bearing old scars,
They say, 'You're a survivor'
One amongst many stars.

I lost my home,
Four walls that couldn't defend me,
What is home?
A safe haven to be?