Echos of screams replay in my head -
Horrible shouts of agony and fear.
A young kid who did no wrong,
A victim of those who dragged him along
To the crevices of the building that remained untouched,
Forgotten like the kid my mind blocks out.
Until, I hear him begging once more.
And it's hard because I couldn't help him before-
No.
I could have, but I didn't.
No sign of stopping or breaking the fight,
I carried on walking. It's out of my sight.
This guilt will haunt me for the rest of my life
As I fail to forget his pain and strife.
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Landscape
PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...
