Powder of ashes like snowfall in winter
The air and army withered in a splinter
Smoky-grey flaky leaves dead and forgotten
Each cobblestone tinted and tainted
Things of dishearten
I stand in the middle of a big large road
With ashen embers resting on my lashes
My coat and tote limp from the bashes
People lay, some far away and some grey,
The death spell cast on all the bay
I feel a tug in my heart,
Shocked at the sight
Cursed fates for a deadly plight
I stand alone, guilty for having survived
No goodbyes or funerals to leave me teary-eyed
The carpet of carcasses in front of me lay
Left me with loud realization of a lonesome foray
I wished I were blamed for their unjustified departure
Or for my survival inexplicable in any form of literature
The sky now looks a faded rotten orange
With the embers settled like a thick mat on the ground
Suddenly the sound of tip tap made me jump
From my lost thoughts.
My coat and tote comes back to life
I feel a tug and around my calf a hug
The most innocent eyes looked up at me
And said, “Mommy, I want to go home please…”