Saturday, December 22, 2007

Eye of the Storm

So deceivingly peaceful
So quiet
Almost silent
With echoing winds
So surreal
So out of place
In such a time
Houses being devoured
Tress uprooted
Chaos surrounding me
Ironic I find peace
Echoing screams
Last words
Everything we held dear
Taken away in an instant
But I find peace
In the midst of disaster
Alone in the tragedy
Standing still

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word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming