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

river

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

Purity

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