The Night of Poetry


Friday, December 23, 2005
Struggle





There was fear all over;
Things happened very fast.
The body quickly gave way;
The sanitized walls closed in.
The lone crab struggled
In a puddle of scalding water
There were voices around
All happened in a split-second
When someone shouted
Pull him out, for God’s sake;
This is a mere dream.



Posted at 09:31 pm by adukuri

 

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