Snuffed Out

Shadows of the dead
Silhouetted on bare walls
Imprints of existence
Now devoid of flesh
And bones
Just ashen memories
Of forgotten souls
That drowned
In the flames
Of a nuclear strike
The dread
Of the dead
The lucky ones
Were still asleep
Their flame of life
Snuffed out
Like the flickers
Of a dying candle
Lost
Whilst in a dream
Not waking
To the reality
Of the nightmare
Befalling them
Death
Came easily
And cheaply
Yet was a high price
To pay
for peace

by Jemia