This poem is dedicated to all those tragically involved in the Texas Dark Knight horror.
25.07.12
Sleeping, but awake
Unflavoured life continues
Unwritten outlook.
What's it going to be?
Nine still critical
Life stirring.
Is it real or all a dream?
Cool with a hint of promise
Yet torrential rain.
It's you, not me
The rigidness of flexibility
Absurd notions
25.07.12
Sleeping, but awake
Unflavoured life continues
Unwritten outlook.
What's it going to be?
Nine still critical
Life stirring.
Is it real or all a dream?
Cool with a hint of promise
Yet torrential rain.
It's you, not me
The rigidness of flexibility
Absurd notions
That was a real tragedy wasn't it? The terror those people must have felt is unbelievable.
ReplyDeleteWell done on crafting a poem for the dead and the survivors.
Thanks Sally . It was so sad!
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