Here I am

The winds gush like hurricanes,

can you hear me?

The fog wraps the world in a blanet of thick smoke,

can you see me?

Broken mirrors, shards of glass.

I look into the pieces,

a stranger peers back,

with lost eyes and a twisted face.

I look away

Flowers droop from the strain of wilt.

I look up.

The sun long gone,

it left with the smile of peaceful people,

Where have they gone?

Where am I?

Wait, who am I?