I am from…

 I am from the sound of shattered skies,

Where thunder isn’t rain, but sorrowed cries 

I am from the streets painted in red,

Where once I played, but now I dread.

I am from whispers of fear in the night,

Where shadows dance in flickering light.

I am from the arms that held me tight,

Before they were lost, fading from sight.

I am from the dreams that vanished too soon,

Under the cold gaze of a bloodstained moon.

I am from the rubble, the dust and the screams,

Trying to piece together broken dreams.

I am from hope, though buried and small,

A heart still beating amidst it all.

I am from love, even in despair,

For somewhere, I know peace is still there.