Grim Reaper Poem by Riham Dabapu

I wake up by the boom of a bomb
I have a shower in water stained with blood
I struggle to keep my clothes all clean
but they are soon dirty in the dust and mud.

I dream of bright days with the sun,
Basking in its warm glory and heat
Now the chill is all that coldly greets me
Surviving in this weather is no small feat

The skies no longer are clear and clean
I can't even see a single sparkly star
The smoke engulfs me in whiffs & puffs
To dream now is a step too far

My mouth is all dry and sore
The bread and butter's gone up in smoke
The farms have turned to grey tombs
In mud they sleep and in blood they soak

The shouts echo all around me
The shrill screams pound in my ear
The noises seem never to end
And every new day deepens the fear

Death glares at me from outside my house
I lock the doors to keep him at bay
His scythe seems to search for new necks
I know he will get to me some day

The streets now have a river through it
A river of dark red blood
Blood flowing from innocent lives
And cruelly caking up in the mud

My small candle splutters in a breeze.
The tiny light does not spark in me any hope.
I slowly blow the writhing flame out.
I dont know how much longer i have to cope.

Wearily, i force myself up
My legs feel as if they are made of lead
My eyelids droop down sleepily
I struggle all the way to my bed

My head hits the pillow to the cry of a child.
I hear a bomb ticking in my head.
as my house blows up around me
I find myself joining the dead.