Poetry By Me

As I Lie

The words echo as the bombs die
With the ground littered with ruined lives.
The stars still shine
And the night still sings
But the world is dead and my ears still ring.
I knew it to come
Yet, I said not a thing.
Not to my family,my friends, a priest, or a poet.
I kept it inside and let it burn my mind
Deep and through, I feel the guilt
But it had to be done, for this I am sure.
I needed it more than I knew
But this catastrophic wave
Had come to save my broken and cracked
Mind.
Saving me from life,people, words,and-in a way- death.
Though it has killed me quick, fast and sharp.
Like a flash of the light as the end of a tunnel.
My emptied quick, like it's funnelling my memories,
The bad seemed to be gone, with the rest of them pretty.
I sing as I lie,
Pain in every inch of my body,
But never my mind.
I lie as I die
In a pile of ruble surrounded by screams,
But as I die I smile.

L.O.M