The Bombing

Time is ticking,
My time is getting thin.
Have to get everyone out.
Some escaped.
Time is precious.
Diffuse the bomb,
Or at least try.
Tick, tick, tick...
It's too late,
Oh here we go...
I can see everything...
All of the their faces
When the explosion hits.
Wait... Am I dead?
I look for my body.
Then I realized
That it's everywhere.
A piece of me here
A piece of me there.
What else can I do?
I sacrificed myself,
So others might live.
Hope they live well,
Just remember me...

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is intense love!
A potent write, one that leaves the reader reeling in imagery, internally and soul searching!
Wow!
xx