Walking down a broken road,

All alone, all lifeless, all grey

You wonder where you have reached,

Why you have reached?

That is when you see all the bodies,

All the children, all the women, all the innocent

Those who died for no reason, for no fault of theirs

These sights are too hard for you, you break and cry

Then you see your body, and you see Death

Who happens to be crying as much as you are.

Listening to “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day and remembering “The Book Thief” by Markus Zusak made me write this poem. Don’t forget to check out poetryhive for the prompts

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