Before the war sirens rang,
I would go to where my imagination sang.
Listening to all the defeaning tunes,
when hell started to break loose.
Like a panicked dear I ran,
but the enemy already had a plan.
Noises new to my ear,
noises crushing my heart like glass from a broken chandelier.
I tried calling for help,
but my voice was drowned by a bunch of kelp.
So I watched my family die,
knowing that this was all awry.
I was swallowed by a new kind of guilt,
was it really something that I did?
But I stood there, feet firm on the ground,
wondering how I will heal this wound.
-artiepottah
A/N: This was inspired by the current war.
