All is done,
The terrain is black and ashy,
The wind brings back the reminiscent smell of smoke.
Now listen closely,
can you hear them?
Begging for one more chance,
to live,
and not to die tonight.
Today you stand on the land of the dead,
the once so famous land of the living,
where civilians were turned to ashes and smoke.
Now they are everywhere,
From the ground you walk on,
To every breath you take,
From the sounds you hear,
To their souls still living in that city.
Because maybe life was taken away from them last night,
But today,
They are royalty of this town,
And of every place they have ever set a foot on.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholic Poetry
شِعرThese are some poems I wrote about different topics. I was inspired by events that have happened in my life or I have seen others face and felt the need to write down. I would not recommend to anyone who gets triggered easily with these things as s...
