Friday 23 November 2012

Panic


Where is her bottled flesh?
Is it exhumed and forgotten?
Where is my torn redemption?
Does it lie,
Surrounded by flies,
Withered and rotten?

This was a war
I was meant to lose
With my arms and armour
Of the chosen few.

I could try,
To not be capsized,
But panic spread through the crew.

1 comment:

Amna Siddiqui said...

So much harmony.