Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Earthquake

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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