Wishes

When,
A world is perished,
Millions will be cherished,
By those who are left behind.
It is easier to leave then be left behind said they;
And there is truth in it says I;
When they are gone their pain ends there,
But for us no such easy feat!
Fate dealt us a deadly blow;
For our pain just began,
I for one, wish;
I was leaving rather than being left behind.
Alas! Pobre mi!
I have no choice,
For, sometimes wishes,
Are just that;
Simply wishes.