A World Of Colour

Thick snow falls,

I have lost my friends,

All hopes are over,

The world here ends.

I carry my baby sister

My dad carries my sleepy brother,

What else could I want? Except,

My beautiful mother.

I cannot forget that face,

My mother lying dead,

All alone in a bomb-wrecked house,

Lying dead in her bed.

Now my feet ache,

I cannot walk anymore,

I would hate to admit it,

But my feet are sore.

Though I am twelve,

I pretend to be five,

My father looks down at me,

And I wonder if he were alive?

The world is silent,

Yet I hear a noise,

My world goes blank,

Yet I am sure I heard a voice

The voice belonged to my mother,

Her body was all red,

She wants to hug my brother,

She can’t, she lays there dead!