Survival

via Daily Prompt: Survive

 

I know nothing about survival

Except that,

When I stare into the sea

In the memories I have of Karachi

Except that,

When I hear the roaring of the waves

In tidal storms they soothe and rave

Except that,

When I hear the whoosh of the wind

And my heart stammers within

Except that,

When I hear the monsters lurking

Beneath the layers, whispering

Except that,

When I hear monsters beckoning

And I feel the wind pushing

The darkness is creeping

My weight seems to be sinking

I know there’s someone calling

Deep within the realms

An unknown deity

I know that fate is misleading

I can see the stars are falling

I look at the sky bursting

With the cawing of gulls

And the red hot sun

Is exploding  upon

The sky in tears

Of burgundy and blood

And,

I too feel my soul seeping out

I turn away,

In denial.

 

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