I look outside,
and I see,
I see the panic in your eyes,
as you are running in slow motion,
but I,
I do not know why,
why you are running,
but I see the fear,
I see the fear in your eyes,
and then the explosion that shattered so many lives,
on winters day where terrorists,
and innocent people were blown to bits and died,
and I,
I survived,
I survived, and I feel guilty inside,
I feel guilty inside for surviving
and now my life is totally changed,
and all I have these days it seems is nightmares,
nightmares in the day,
and nightmares in the night,
and here in bed,
I frequently wake up with a start,
and all sweaty and traumatised,
and panic stricken,
with visions of you,
visions of you who I did not know before,
haunting my mind, haunting my mind.
