• Grasping your neck
    Trying to coax breath
    Failing miserably
    Drawing closer to death

    The seconds feel like days
    Bodies paralyzed in fear
    Blue skies grow dark
    The end is near

    Acid rain pouring in buckets
    The smell of poison is in the air
    Frantic eyes go searching
    But our leaders don’t even care

    Peace is nonexistent
    Earth fell
    Because of war
    The outside world is a hell.