IS THIS LIFE?

Beneath the ashes, you will find my face,
Devoid of dreams and dazed in dust-

May I finally leave this place?

I found my brother, under the rubble,

He too, was seeking death.

Where shall we go? 

What shall we do?

To bear all this in my mind, 

Is too much for me to do.

Our ears can no longer hear blasts.

Our eyes can no longer witness deaths.

Our limbs are too weary to walk.

And we no longer can rest at ease.

To be the dreamer, I was taught.

And I dreamt of a day, 

When I could sleep without fear.

But neither at day nor at night,

Ever in my life, I shut my eyes to doze.

To feel safe, is it too much to ask for? 

Is this life? Then we would rather choose death. 

But am I not too young to leave all this here? 

Am I not ?