DrowningA Poem by Blueforeseeing the worstThe sight
around me is awful to behold, worse than
any tragedies and stories ever told.
In a minute
or so, I'll join the chorus of cries, breath of
life to piteous creatures denies.
Such sweet
death to spend with my family as we hang
on to the mercies of a mango tree,
praying to
deities to spare us please, from cold
waters creeping up our knees.
Shouts of
help and screams in the air, unanswered
sighs melting to despair…
Deaf heavens
and unconcerned lords, unimpressed
by hearts' tears and words.
Water
reaches necks and acceptance sinks in where our
disbelief and denial have once been.
Unfortunate
fates--oh tragic! So tragic! Like Noah's
flood and the sinking of Titanic!
If hope and
rainbows are still not found, no dry land
or habitable ground,
hell seems
warm and heaven, bright… The less air
I breathe, the lovelier the sight. © 2014 BlueAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on January 30, 2014 Last Updated on March 20, 2014 AuthorBlueCity of Love, Pearl of the Orient SeasAboutHi, there! I don't know who I really am but let's start with my name. I am Arzel Joy, otherwise known as Blue here in WC. I have more pressing matters at hand so I have reduced my time spent on th.. more..Writing
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