One Left

At the start, there were many
just like me: a town full of us.
Now, my heart stays empty.
A store once stood where I
am standing. A church, once
alive, has been laid to rest.
A school that once thrived
is now a page in the history
books. A hospital that once
stood strong is long gone.
Many fled the tiny town,
and some stayed to face
the inevitable destruction
coming their way. Lives
were lost in the small war.
All I could do was watch
as fire surrounded, leaving
me stranded. Many years
later, there is only one left.
I am the man who made it.
I survived life’s greatest
test, and I see the world
for what it is. I am blessed
to be the only one left.

13 Moments

My day is made up of moments: moments that stick like cement.
Moments cement themselves into memories: memories that
stick with me and follow me.Throughout my day, moments
pass by faster than people do. Moments are quick to come
and are quick to go. Moments define the time had, whether
good or bad. I’m trying to live in the moment, but I’m worried
about the last and the next one. Several moments have gone by,
and I didn’t even notice. Now, I’m wasting this moment by
thinking about the last few. Momentarily, I notice this day:
this moment causing movement. I wish to share these moments
with the people I love and cherish. I’ve come to love every moment
even the ones I wish were gone. Moments pass by with a blink
of an eye. Moments become distant memories to some. Surprise.