Fallen bridge

Thursday, 14 January 2010 at 20:26 |


150 in all... thousand??
There're so many people with nothing, stop throwing money around!
Shudder...
The house was swaying,
The surroundings bleak,
The movement of the earth.
Oh please, don't let it be so God.
The tremours I feel them;
I walk towards the outside;
A man is leaning on the railings, some people trying to help;
A white cloth slips over them.
I move back into the house,
It's empty, holes in the ground.
I look around
Two people follow me.
I am looking for the little ones
Where are they?
I am back outside,
what was once there is no more
The waters are covering everything.
The highway has collapsed ,one side leaning into the waters.
The old lady said, 'It's all gone, a hundred and fifity altogether."
A small ship has docked at the foot of the ruins
From where I stand I observe, the many on the waters in small boats, saved.
Come in, I am told, come in.
But where are the little ones, I asked?
As I look around, feeling a sense of awe and overwhelming grief.
They are safe, I am told
They will be safe.
I look and see them high upon the top
Caged and calling out to me, I want to get to them
But how?
Come on in , they told me again
They will be safe.
A mixed feeling of regret, disbelief but some relief;
I see the little ones jumping and calling me.
Come , they say again.
I scream. But not without my babies!
I stir from a disturbing scene and raise my hands in prayer
Dear God, Keep us safe 
May this only remain a dream.
~LorraineNur~ NSSRLB