Chloe

A child screams for her mother,

A man cries for his wife,

A young boy holds the only thing keeping him alive.

There is silence all around

No way to tell which way is up,

Or which way is down.

The scream seems to echo through a world once full of life,

The tears say more than a picture or a life.

An object that was not lost

That keeps a lost family alive

Three people from different place

All live, all cry, and all die...alone