I'm Not Here To Stay

Today I sit alone in the window, tears dripping from my face. I stare out the ashes that fall aginst the glass, war is among us and its come without warning. No one knew a thing and now millions are dieing.

"Fay, come on sweeting. It's your turn to go to the shelter," the care-taker told me before taking my hand. I took hold of it and thought I'd never let go. So I didn't as she led me to the shelter.