A Futile Death

A Futile Death by Wilma Neels Flying over the place that use to be my home I’m glancing at the once blue green seascape Transformed to a murky coal black scene A faucet has been opened When everything went up in flames Amidst all the confusion I lost everything I loved Flying over, a silent prayer is prayed Please keep them safe Please close the hole This is the only home we know, As I sit on a rock The sadness overwhelms me, As my sister slips away She has lost the battle The oil slick has gone thicker It’s gaining power with every hour I pray dear Lord of heaven and earth May her final breath not be in vain I flap my wings in a silent salute Farewell dear sister, you will be missed May this be the last time, I witness such ugliness… Written: 24 June 2010 Contest: Why oh Why? Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet