Monday, August 7, 2017

A Second to Catastrophe

You feel it inside you:
Unreasonable fear.
What you see gives no clue,
But the deep fear is real,
It does exist like dream,
Is based on what you've seen.

I'm watching the small hand move,
Wish I can push it round,
To match my inner groove ...
If I knew what I found,
I would have stopped it there
While everything was fair.

For the bombs exploded,
All the children have bled,
And we have never wed.

I shall perish to sands
For wishing time to run.
Now, again, watch the hands ...
O shall I be the one
To stop it right there
Or will things change to fair?
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