No Answer to
the Orphans Prayer
The sudden blast, a shockwave knocking them back, the
fatal blow,
His head hurting, ears loudly ringing, body tremors,
acute vertigo.
Slowly gaining mindfulness, he stands, eyes searching
for his mum,
There she lies bleeding, unresponsive, motionless, her
body numb.
As confusion sets in, consuming him, his broken mind
left dazed,
So much smaller now, the biggest part gone, the
explosion erased.
His mother in absentia, her loving soul, suddenly
wrenched away,
Now left with the cold embrace, of crushing sadness,
life as a stray.
Lost in a broken heart, such an empty place, with
nowhere to turn,
Searching inside, his little soul, feeling the
sadness, that really burns.
Struggling to understand, impact of loss, the
attention mother paid,
He cannot comprehend, too much to grasp, in disbelief,
and afraid.
Left with desolation, and grief, unable to repair, the
gaping hole,
Now absolutely shattered, sadness welling, ripping at
his tiny soul.
In shock, he is too distressed to cry, as shock of
remoteness, sets in,
Suspended in time, lost in the wreckage, of the sirens
dreadful din.
Fixed to the spot, awaiting her return, the comfort of
her embrace,
To lift him up, and together, take him away from this
terrible place.
With his eyes closed, his mind struggling, to conjure
her back again,
Alas, his silent prayer in vain, now another lost orphan, of Ukraine.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2023)
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