The dust falls silently after the deafening explosions. The only sound is the whimpering from the wreckage of what used to be her child’s bedroom.

She claws frantically at the rubble unaware of the blood oozing from her hands, or her head. The whimpering stops, and she tries to dig even harder, shouting, screaming “Help, help me, my child is in there!”

There is no one to hear her cries. They are all dead. Soon, she will wish she was too. The tears will dry up, and the pain inside her will be inextinguishable.

8 thoughts on “Inextinguishable

    1. Ronnie says:

      Yes, unfortunately life becomes increasingly sadder for more and more people in the world.

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  1. Chaymaa says:

    I hope it gets better for all people around the world. I hope so..

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    1. Ronnie says:

      I hope so too, but it seems that is currently not the direction it is going towards.

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      1. Chaymaa says:

        Yes, you’re right,yet let’s stay hopeful. 🙌🏻😊

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  2. Such a poignant image. Ronnie. Your words sent a chill over me.

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    1. Ronnie says:

      Thank you, Sylvia. I appreciate your feedback, because you described the effect I was trying to portray.

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