Writing Prompt #13

We know deep inside
That the world can burn itself
So many men full of pride
Trying to mess up with life and death

We may stand alone in this place
Where hearts are hard
And shortened is our breath

But if we can hold our hands in the midst of chaoas
And if our eyes can meet in the turmoil of pain

We will have found the key
That unlock the doors of eternity

This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.