The aftermath of the bomb was like a silhouette.
Everything was silent, lonely, dark and dead.
The silence rang out, telling of the tears.
The desolation stayed, remembering the fear.
Shifting and swaying, only asked remain.
Once a vibrant place, now full of pain.
Leveled, mysterious and dangerous, everything is still.
No one saw it coming.
No one ever will.
Sadness and terror as the sky fell, now all that's left is a silhouette and a story no words can tell.
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Capturing Thoughts
PoetrySometimes, the easiest way to express your thoughts is through poems. The things you can hide within the pages of your notebook are the secrets that you don't even dare to voice.
