The atomic bomb

This poem is dedicated to all those who have lost their lives in hiroshima and Nagasaki....

Standing in the empty doorway
the wind blowing throguh my hair
my heart keeps racing faster
as my thoughts lie in despair.

my fingers start to shiver
as my legs go into a shake
my body wont seem to listen
as my body is a fake

i take one step forward
and accept the freezing cold
i look at the deep darkness
i used to call my home.

i look back into the doorway
of the one who have survived
then face the pit of death
to the innocent who have died

my lips beging to purse
as a tear runs down my face
im really lying with them
in that dreadful horrid place.

as the door slams i jump
and wake in blood and sweat
i couldnt help but sit there
and close my eyes as i wept

so i hope behind that dorrway
those innocent will see
that people still do care
one of them being me.