Last Teardrop of the Little Soul

Thrown bombs
Ball of fire
Burning houses and tress
And dying families

He stands alone.
Where was his mother?
Where was his father?
He was lost. He cant step much farther

Crying.
Louder.
Deeper.
Heavier.
Where are they?
He saw a hand waving on the distance
“Mother!” running for her.
Then a loud shut of gun.
He lost his air.

He can’t breathe. He can’t move.
It’s only one step closer
To get the hand of his mother
He can’t hear at all
But saw his dying mother as he began to fall.