Sitting amongst the rubble
Staring at your dead eyes
taking in the Sulpher
and your skin, cold as ice
If only had you survived
We would have lived to see better times
Instead we were forced
to answer other's crimes
Out of nowhere come a bullet
that pierced my already broken heart
Unbearable pain lurched through my insides
as my life slowly and painfully drifted apart
It never was our fault
we were born in this god-foresaken city
whose children chose guns over books
The world could do nothing but pity.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart in Ink
PuisiCreated with fond memories of the heart Is how I perceive and embrace art Read through your soul, not only your eyes and experience yourself fly through the skies
