Apocalyptic

[BlackSeconds]

Explosion. Death.
People forming a blanket.
The sky, grey. Then fire.
Running. Screaming.
Am I dreaming?
Silence.
Anxiety.
I look around,
Ashes, dust rising.
My life flashes throughout my head
Everything besides my memories are dead.
Can anyone hear my screams?
Anyone?
A whole world destroyed by man.
Hatred. Greed. Plans.

Is this the future...

[Volaticus]

I like the dramatic feel there is to it.

[neena2504]

Hi,

Your poem is quite good. I have a few suggestions here and there...
The line 'people forming a blanket' is not very clear.
L10: My suggestion is to replace 'throughout my head' with something else, both words don't suit each other.
L11: Everything, besides my memories, is dead. Here 'is' comes for everything so 'are' is incorrect grammatically.

Cheers