Monday, January 28, 2008

Waiting



Calm and at ease,
You quenched your thirst at my abode.

I helped you escape the scorching sun,
When it burnt your tender skin.

Time passed. You moved on.
And what became of me?

I was molested by the unforgiving sea;
as I lay bare, helpless and exposed that night.

Petrified by the roar of the waves,
I cried for mercy; for a divine intervention.

The forces were ruthless,
and I stood no chance to escape.

My modesty outraged and my head hanging in shame,
I break down at the sight of the perpetrator of this crime.

There is no escape from him.

I pray you will return and watch over me.

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