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Tsunami

Contributed by vrsh on Sunday, 20th March 2005 @ 06:12:19 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

She walked
Alone.
Through the chthonian nightmare,
That leered and goaded with unspent vehemence.
Desperately she had tried to awaken,
And escape the terror that threatened to devour
But she found herself abortively permeated in the same spot.

She walked,
Indifferent to the recumbent bodies around her.
Life as she knew had been snatched and estranged,
Death lingered imminently in every corner.
No kin, no attachments, no veneration,
The strings had been cut, the bonds severed
She had lost them all.

She walked,
Towards the destination she would never reach.
Nothing would beckon,
Nothing would shelter.
Pulverized it would lie, impotent for salvation,
Ravished by the most sanguinary of hands.
What she had once called Home.

She walked,
Cursing with every breath.
The agony she would bear
The wounds she would abrogate
The tears she could wipe,
And the cries she would stifle.
But how would she emulate the taciturnity of loneliness?

She walked,
Retrospective of the consternation and melancholy.
She remembered the ululating mothers,
And the bawling orphans.
She recalled the betrayed fisherman
And the lifelessness of the demised fishes.
The seas had feasted

She walked,
Benighted.
Towards the nefarious waters,
That lured to end its starvation.
What the waves had started,
They would end.
And then, perhaps, she would never have to walk
Alone.

Copyright © vrsh ... [ 2005-03-20 06:12:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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