I was...
I was an apple without a core,
I was a picture you never saw.
I was a flower without petals,
I was the dust that never settles.
I was music without a sound,
I was a spinning top that did not spin round.
I was a flag without a nation,
I was the forgotten element of creation.
I was an ocean without waves,
I was a hero who never saves.
I was a speaker without a voice,
I was a free being without a choice.
I was an angel without wings,
I was the song one never sings.
I was a harvest without grain,
I was a flood without the rain.
I was a husband without a wife,
I was all these things until you were in my life.
While Bombs Are Falling by Purple-Butterfly, literature
Literature
While Bombs Are Falling
While Bombs Are Falling
As I lie in bed
I hear siren wail
The colour of my mother's face
Has turned a sickly pale
A moment later,
She picks me up
Down to the shelter we go.
She leaves me with my older brother
The bombs are falling while I lie screaming,
Screaming for my mother.
Then it's quiet.
The 'all-clear' sounds.
I can see my mother
She's lying on the ground.