A Dream of Terror

(Revision) - I took the advice of a writer on this site, and wrote of a dream I once had.

Blue skies,  white clouds

Warm breezes, people all around

Going about their daily business

Their children following close behind.

Suddently, my eyes are drawn to the sky

The horror of which they see,

Low flying planes, bombs hitting the ground all around me.

Devastation everywhere I look

Black smoke, orange flames

So many innocent lives they took.

I run, attempting to flee the destruction and chaos.

My life now in their control

An indescribable fear consumes my body and all of my soul.

To the bunker I make my way

I find safety with others and hidden from the light of day.

Sighs of relief as I believe I am safe

Huddling with strangers

Waiting for the unforeseen violence to abate.

To my dismay, my safety is short lived

For the walls of my safehaven begin to slowly close in

Closer and closer, the room continues to shrink

My only thought, is this how my life will end?

Is this what they think?