Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A Somber Thought

Inspiration: The power of the Vagina Monologues
Word: Massacre

There is a storm-
creating a ferocious 
massacre of death singing for freedom
from demons
I remember-
what life was like
when sunshine dined
and sipped on the happiness of the rippling
before the massacre,
before the earth ran aimlessly
into clouds of disaster
dismantling  the suns that were left
I recall-
A snowfall that didn’t cause stillness
But quaked a certain resemblance of
And kindled those yearning to have
The not yet had
I had once-
what was lost
I lost once
what was had
There is a storm now-
That has created a ferocious massacre
of death singing for freedom
from the demons 

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