• Exploding chunks of metal filled the dark stone streets.
    I have no other choice but to run towards sea.
    Bullet cases drop to the ground as i cross the corner.

    The rampaging officer fired wildly around me and shot walls, bins, floors.
    As I ran through a group of people, I hear a loud scream.
    Blood pulsates out of a peasant's shoulder.
    I have no time to spare, for if I'm left behind in this dystopia, I'll be more dead than a boulder.

    I cross the gates that hold our village, I sea a child near being diminished.
    A soldier points his rifle towards my head and asks me to freeze.
    I can't trust rebels taking over this land, I kept heading towards the sand.

    An excruciating pain hits my ear. I can't hear anything but a loud beep, deafining me.
    I crouch down on the ground as I can barely stand.
    A large vehicle's door blasts out and impales my spine.
    I lay on the ground. Next to a willow's vine.

    For the pain continues I play dead.
    And wait for shining morning to come instead.

    I open my eyes and I see the blue
    Away from pain, away from the fire.
    For the sound of silence still fills me, only this silence reveals freedom.