I willed my heart to stop beating
my lungs to stop breathing
my ears to stop listening
my eyes to stop seeing
my skin to stop feeling
my mind to clear these thoughts
and my hands to stop trembling.
For my tears had run dry
my sorrow reached its end
my spirit was low
and my will to live was gone.
I wanted my soul to return to its maker
that He takes the breathe bestowed upon me.
Death became my closest companion
as life became my sworn enemy.
They say life is a blessing
but living here was a curse.
My time had come
and I had served my purpose.
I willed myself to die.
I closed my eyes and covered my ears
didn’t want to hear the screams in the distance
see the burning flames through the cracks on my bedroom wall.
I prayed that they would not reach my village
my parents bodies still fresh in their graves
theirs souls not yet in peace.
I saw my sister trembling in the corner
a mist of fog enveloped the night.
owls howled in the night.
I could hear them approaching
chanting war songs
baying for blood like vampires.
My legs failed me
and I remained immobile
you can never run from darkness.
As their vehicles approached our house
I closed my eyes and fell on my knees
and slowly heard each car pass my homestead...