Fear
of the unknown
Looms
above me
Dark
times are imminent
It
warns, silently
I
feel its footsteps pound
A
discordant march breaking the grounds.
Shake
it off, they curtly say
I
try my best, but it stays
The
earth swiftly shudders from beneath
Torn
bodies are strewn ahead rapidly!
I
grab what I could call mine
IDs,
to my broken mind
Nothing’s
left for you here
Nothing’s
left of you here
Had
I really seen it come by?
Were
there any signs I’d denied?
When
your world is shaken, you’d believe
There
was a lot you could’ve done, in grief
But,
who am I to take a call?
We are all petty mortals, after all.
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