I fear everything
Falling
On the ground
Even the rain that
Thunders down
When darkness spreads
Across the sky
And air gets
Heavy as time
Scared I run and-
Crouch beneath the
Wobbly table trying
To hide from
The falling spears, that
Rip off-
Flesh from hands and feet
And booms
That bury piercing cries
As homes turn
Into debris.
Abbu tells me
I need not fear
It's been a month since
Any spears fell.
He asks me
To crawl out
Giving me his hand
Until a boom
Echoed
The land, leaving me with
Just Abbu's hand.