#WritcoPoemPrompt97

Falling snow
whistling bombs
blooming red
tangled shriveled arms
scattered heaps of children
like torn ragdolls
louder than their pulse
the heavy silence
buried
alive
dead dreams
laughters dying
warmth dying
pain dying
in eyes still young
their last breathe
choked in the throat
disbelieving
the cruelty
© Elvin