Never AloneA Poem by Joey MartinezStranded, 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
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Added on September 22, 2014 Last Updated on September 22, 2014 Author
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