Bits and Pieces

Burning Blinding Pain

I hid in the supply closet when the soldiers invaded

I saw them shoot my parents in the cracks of the cupboard

I wanted to scream out filled with sorrows I pushed down

But I couldn't

No matter how much my stomach rumbled or my legs cramped

I stayed hidden in the closet

Days and nights pass by slow as molasses 

Until I couldn't take it anymore

I left the closet and went outside 

The last thing I saw were the burning bodies and then the pain came. 

Crushing, blinding, destroying pain. 

Then, my body joined those laying under my feet.