Ravaged
The terror in their fear stained eyes
The gleam of blood in every sight
The remnants of the ghosts of joy
That ceased to exist when the clock struck nine
Everything blown up, in proportion
The whole world flashes past eyes
And leaves behind in its wake
A trail of dust fine but sure
The very hope that lines the heart
In the blink of an eye turns to dust.
Copyright © Nikhita S | Year Posted 2008
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