It started with a flash
then it all came at once.
A tumble of broken lives,
shattered dreams
and hopelessness.
My last moments were captured
in a fogged tundra of despair,
confronted by the screams
of my past.
I cry....
'Is this my end?'
Nothing answered,
just a cold silence
and the sinking feeling
that I had not done enough.
Who are we,
if we leave no mark behind.
We must all endeavour to stain
the world with who we once were.