I saw anger in him, I had never seen before, and it made me wonder what would have happened for such temper to be superficial, what did life do to him.
Maybe the heat of the blazing sun,
burned the best of him,
and made his last layers appear.
I saw him run in frustration,
I saw him in his fatalist states,
I saw him lose it.
He cursed the gods of the skies,
He cursed the mother of the lands,
He begged them for forgiveness,
He cried like a little child,
and dropped down on his knees,
He ran away,
He didn’t stop,
and wasn’t planning to.
The nature formed a shelter for him,
from all of the injustice outside,
from the cruelty of the world.
For a moment
forgetting his anger,
He wanted a moment of silence,
but silence was his biggest fear,
it was where he remembered it all.
When he saw them murdering
his friends, his parents, and everyone he once knew,
his city getting burned down to ashes,
his school being bombed;
they murdered all of his teachers.
He wondered who will teach him from now,
all of his books was lost.
he looked for leaves,
and decided to start writing
of what had happened to him,
he wrote all he could remember,
with the blood of all the people he once knew.