my heart throbs with every breath. bodies hit the ground one by one, and i am left with the smell of copper and sulfur swimming in my nostrils. fevered with fatigue, and twisted with despair, i run; i run till my legs go weak, till my lungs shriek, till the tears in my eyes run dry, and i am held captive on this road of brutal ****** and merciless destruction.
there is no refuge, no safe haven - just hollow spirits combined with empty caverns where organs used to reside. gunshots echo in my ears, am i really here? why is the smoke swallowing me whole?
i have no home, so i hide; i trip over emaciated fragments of my family, hesitating to hold them. where's the hope?
anyhow, this poem is about the Rwandan Genocide. i wrote this a couple years back, when i was still in high school.