War

Look

What do you see?

A pile of ruins and ash

Piercing screams that

Paint the sky black

Look

I see my childhood home

We were poor but now

I see it was all so grand

Compared to the debris

Look

The rubble garden, oh how it once bloomed richly

But now it is a graveyard

Many happy memories are buried there

Marked with a bouquet of bricks and mortar shells

Look

I see the chimney smoking; Fire.

Smell my mother’s Christmas baking; Burning.

Hear my father’s booming laugh; Bombs falling.

Feel nostalgia burning my eyes with tears; Fear.

Look

My hands are shaking

I own nothing anymore

Have nothing but the clothes upon my back

And my sisters arm in mine

Look

All my things are dust

My friends are filled

With bullet holes

But my memories are untouched

Look

There is still a light

In me

That falling shells

Can’t reach