“He was here”, a voice said.
“He was there”, a second voice piped in.
“And she lay there”, a third voice screamed.
She was shocked.
Shocked to hear voices.
Voices that didn’t have any relation to her.
The Voice was quiet
The Voice was thinking.
Thinking how to convey things clearly to her.
“Don’t worry”, the Voice said.
“This is the aftermath”, the Voice consoled.
“The rest of what was there”, the Voice reasoned.
She looked around.
She understood.
And moved on with a prayer in her heart.
The Voice sighed.
The Voice prayed too.
For eternal rest for the souls of the dead.
[This was written after going to the infamous Norris Hall where lives were taken just for madness, futures were lost just for insecurity and love withered and time stood still just for a weakness. My sincere prayers for those who left this abode and my deepest condolences and constant support for those who are left behind to witness the agony.]
10 comments:
Welcome back...The only thing i understand is that u r in the US of A.well even to understand poems one needs to be creative is it???hmmmmm
Welcome back and what lovely lines they are !!!
Reminded me of a women's prison in Sydney.
Good one... so you go to VA? The april masacre was truly shocking and gruesome
superficial gibbering prater, thanks for the warm welcome! This is not a poem, just a type of writing that I'm experimenting with. I thought that this is one of the most explicit of what I've written so far in the series :) Do think about this post. I'm sure you'll grasp the meaning.
cuckoo, thank you so much!
an engineers mind, thanks :)
Preethi, thank you and welcome! Yes, I do. It touched everyone and killed a part of their hearts. Its a sorrow that's life long. Lets only hope that this never happens anywhere in the world. Once is too many in this case!
Glad to see you back. Nice post, very thought provoking!
Oh the frailty of life!
Syrals, thank you! Its great to be back :) I've missed everyone too much.
The Black King, true! No more words to describe it.
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