031210 It Could Happened
vast span of dry sand
my feet sinking hard to walk
my lips hurting, my lungs screaming
hurtful sun on my face
how did i came to this place
i wonder what's over the dunes
i can hear drums and circling birds
i can hardly see besides black wings
the size of a golf umbrella, flapping
somehow it's cooling the surrounding
i reach a gravel road, barb wire fence
enclosing herds of cows on green grass
then i heard thunderous noise, a tank
i dove on the ditch, i hit something
it hurts so much, i feel off the bed
washer is off balance making noise
still woozy i run naked across the room
oh! my! i'm not aware they're all home
poem by Manonton Dalan
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
