As bombs roared throughout the village,
Rubble shot through the air,
Colliding with people who were trying to go anywhere,
Anywhere but there.
Rain poured down attempting to make a tranquil atmosphere,
Yet it had no chance,
The enemies grew closer creating a big show,
Dead. All because they were part of a cause that they did not volunteer for.
Trapped in a delusional trance,
Hypnotised by the bundle of colours that their uniforms possessed.
Running I escaped the grip that death held on me,
Over the line,
The line into safety,
Chucking off the suffocating gas mask,
I could breathe fresh air for the first time in 4 weeks,
Peering into the blanket of stars that was above me,
The northern lights paved the way to an even greater safety,
Yet I did not follow it straight away,
I stayed there; witnessing the glories of the lights that formed a multi-coloured sea,
Feeling all my past terrors flyaway.
Into nothingness, dissolved like the loved ones lost.