Poem submission by Denis Andrei

[Denis Andrei]

The following is the poem and I state that it is unpublished. 
Best regards.

Wet matches 

A sudden fire in the distance

An echoing sound of an explosion

And scared birds flying chaotically

Made us get up and start running, 

From those, demonic horse-riders

Holding fiery whips of judgement and 

Anger in their eyes

Fueled by the idea, the reason

That only their authoritarian fire

Can bring light upon our dark, unforgiving lands,

The have not seen the sun since forever

As the world was covered by a million years of rain

That soaked our minds, our souls

And, when the icy northern winds came

No trace of warmth or sanity was left.

But we wanted to stay alive 

With beating hearts,

So we run, every day, every night,

We pass by a bus station, empty as ever 

There’s no point in waiting anymore, because

No bus, no car, no hope will come.

We escaped, for now

Gathered around a small fire

It’s not much, but keeps us going

Suddenly from the dark

A dog came, a little creature thrown away

To die in this woods, but when it got

Closer and closer, watching us, hoping

We would would have a place for it

Made me think

That sometimes, hope

Is a matter of choice.