As the clouds break way,
For the steel 'Death Dealer'.
Picking up speed, faster it came,
Dropped from the wings of the pain giver.
High above me, I see the span of angels,
Squinting as my sight crosses the sun.

The age of 12 my life taken,
Before I could fight anything within,
This iron fence, my death bed,
Next to barracks number one-hundred and ten.

The sirens start to squeal,
As the men head to the hills.
Leaving me and my family to this,
We head for the bunker, quickly!
Arriving before the first one hits,
Now we wait, this time indefinitely.

The age of 12 my life taken,
Before I could fight anything within,
This iron fence, my death bed,
Next to barracks number one-hundred and ten.

As the pounding is heard and the walls shake,
All around us everyone is losing their minds.

The age of 12, the age of 12, the age of...

A sad but real write...
{{{Fear}}}

Sitting here pondering in awe

Such gripping fear I feel


This is simply raw!

wow! you can really feel that bud! very real.....good job!

I got chills. Seriously. That's powerful Mr.Fear. Loved it, especially the ending there...

nicely done

Thanks for all the comments everyone! Much appreciated as always!