Found In The Ruins (Poetry)
18th June 2023
More bombs are falling
puncturing the sky
randomly streaked red
far off voices cry
fading, dying, dead
Crouching, shivering
terrified and cold
flinching at each sound
barely five years old
no one else around
Blackened ruins lean
in the firelight’s glare
he whimpers although
he knows no one’s there
they fled days ago
He got left behind
in that frantic rush
felt the panic’s wave
surge and sweep and crush
those it failed to save
Morning comes with smoke
hunger grips him hard
mad with fear he fights
rescuers off-guard
he spits, snarls and bites
puncturing the sky
randomly streaked red
far off voices cry
fading, dying, dead
Crouching, shivering
terrified and cold
flinching at each sound
barely five years old
no one else around
Blackened ruins lean
in the firelight’s glare
he whimpers although
he knows no one’s there
they fled days ago
He got left behind
in that frantic rush
felt the panic’s wave
surge and sweep and crush
those it failed to save
Morning comes with smoke
hunger grips him hard
mad with fear he fights
rescuers off-guard
he spits, snarls and bites