Updated: Mar 27, 2022
Smoke
Rupturing fear!
The shelling, the gunfire;
explosions coming nearer.
Smoke smears
the ground, the air,
thickening the layers of fear.
Tanks appear.
No time to plan, to prepare;
Sounds coming nearer.
Behind the smoke, the sky could be clear.
Beyond the fleeing, some dare
to stand up to fear,
Wanting to wipe their hearts clear,
to rebuild a sky once dear.