Violent Waters

When time was translucent
And laughter was the only pleasure sought
When seasons were the only change
And words and numbers were the only battles they fought.

 When rain and wind

Were the sole creatures that moulded their fear
And no abstract thought was given                   
To anyone far or dear.

 

                                                            It’s a pity time cannot fly backwards

And transport

Them to the time

When happiness was the solitary fixation they would export.

Now he gazes,

And gazes,

And feels the heart in him – which was once as light as the summer breeze that softly blew past his cheeks

Gradually get heavier

And transform into….

The wintry winds that did crash against his body;

Creating a blizzard.

 Now he gazes,

And gazes,
And watches
The waters washing over his soul – which is now a rock
And smashing into him
From all directions
Constantly.