it hits like a tornado hits
without warning, without caution
and just as suddenly as it began
it stops
you step back to inspect the damage
the wind tears through the country side
moving one mountain and the next
but the next day everything is gone
the mountains have all fallen
and just when you think
the wind is gone
it comes tearing through your life
just like a destroyer
it destroys your happiness
your life
the wind silences the world
they stare in disbelief at the damage
and watch the wind in the distance
twirling away
and now
the wind has gone
you sit by me
as the two of us stare at the damage
through the ebony blackness of the sky
the crescent pierces the darkness
and no one speaks
the silence begins again
Friday, August 17, 2007
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2 comments:
Eh liane seow;
you blog about your life.
your entries.
your posts.
and so,
WHY ARE YOU even POEMINg about your life?
ok i dun mean anything alright.
:D
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