Never Alone

Never Alone

A Poem by Joey Martinez

Stranded, confused and alone
No one around me except sticks and stones
That air strike came out of nowhere
Man, life just isn't fair
All was well about a minute ago
But that all changed with one huge blow
Homes, hospitals, schools, all destroyed 
And I have no one here to fill the void
My family and friends all gone in a blink of an eye
Why Allah why? They didn't deserve to die
I know they're resting alongside you in the sky
But knowing they're gone and I'm all alone makes me cry
I walk along the wreckage, looking for any human life
But so far, I see nothing but dead sisters, brothers, husbands, and wives 
Nothing stands tall around me, everything is beneath me
All the beautiful buildings and gorgeous people are beneath my feet
I try to avoid stepping on the bodies but theres too much around 
Nothing but casualties and glass surround the ground 
Cut up feet, bruised up torso, blood drips from my face
I am the only sense of hope that is left in this place
All is silent but I can still hear the laughter and cheers
I can still hear the commotion and lovely voices from my peers
I hope this is a dream, I just hope this isn't real
To take this all in and accept that its reality, I can't handle how it makes me feel
I just wanna cry and cry until I drown myself in my own tears
Because dying alone was always one of my biggest fears
All was well for a good amount of time, peace was reached
We agreed to a cease fire, but the enemy breached
Look what they have done
 Theres nothing to do but cry and run
But theres nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Why did they break our trust, why did they lie!?
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, please come back
The courage to be alone is what I lack
I'm sorry but this is too much for a young boy to behold
And I'm too scared to see what the future holds
Allah forgive me but I must join my family
I need to find something sharp that can pierce and end me 
NO! NO! What am I saying, what am I doing
Its only been a few hours and suicide is already brewing 
I will stand tall and find that courage that I lack
Even if it means that I crumble under the pressure and break my back
Today is the day I turn from a young boy and into a man
Today is the day I bring my village back and re-flourish this land
How foolish of me to say I am alone
I have Allah with me, inside me, he's the strength in my bones
I will find a way to turn this wreckage into a piece of art
Now let me pray and ask Allah where to start 

© 2014 Joey Martinez


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Added on September 22, 2014
Last Updated on September 22, 2014

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Joey Martinez
Joey Martinez

Paterson , NJ



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