What good will there be of peace when there is no one left to care,
Why dream of love and happiness when there is nothing left to share.
It is the end. The final chapter of a life no longer able to live,
Everything is gone, destroyed. Nothing left to ask for, nothing left to give.
A massive quake, the earth shook with a maximum force.
Stretching across the city like dominoes running a course.
Thunder roared, its echo shattering the morning sun.
And as panic ensued, pushing, shoving, on the run.
No escape. Mournful shouts, crumbling buildings held captive souls,
They cannot move, screams becoming whispers as they cannot reach their goal.
Ashes to ashes, hazy dust clinging in the air. Cannot breathe, cannot scream.
And the power poles surge forward, threatening to lose their hold their lines flying free
It is not over yet, my fear that it has just begun. I cry. Earth shattering cries,
Oh I cannot bear the agony, the pain. They suffer so, a heart stops, it dies.
And still they run knocking each other trying to be the one to escape, but there is none,
A blazing fire ignites, a fierce wind captures the flames, and natures forces won.
© Cynthia Clark