Children...

Children...

Some children smile,

Some children throw(bottles).

Some throw bottles...

with explosives...

did they know that...

were ready.

did they know that we think its better them than us?

Sorry...

I already know I’m here to survive.

Why do I need to be here only to survive?

Now I’m back, why is this, all I needed to feel?

Feel...

Relief...

Relief that I breathe.

Relief I’m breathing.

Trauma that I rock.

Back...

and,

Fourth.

In bed,

Through the night,

Sheets thrown about.

I hope this doesn’t last me throughout the rest of my life.