Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Child Of Time ©©

I wander around like a lost child
Sirens scream all around
People run wild
Many don’t move just lay on the ground

Smoke fills the air
Smells, stale with blood and crud
Or singed hair
Fear rushes in like a flood

The road of rubble leads to nowhere
Fires light the way to empty spaces
The people that once were there
Now have different faces

Years pass but the child still walks through the rain
Wandering through the night
The stains remain
As do memories of when life wasn’t as bright


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