Lost Poem by Gary Bernard

The unfulfilled promises, The unheralded lives, The bored and the distracted, The unhappy and the angry.

When the bomb hits, what would be lost? Dreams unspoken; futures tossed. Echoes of laughter, now a ghost, In the silence, what hurts the most?

Lives in shadows, seldom seen, Moments lost in routine. Unseen tears, muted cries, In the rubble, anonymous lives.

Does it matter, the bomb's cruel jest? For these souls, life was never a quest. Merely existing, not truly alive, In the end, what from them survives?