Monday, January 28, 2008
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.