Stopping abruptly,
Grinding to a halt.
What am I to do?
I can only wait,
For you to pick up,
The pace which you've abandoned.
Why did you stopped?
The gold lies everywhere,
We have it in abundance,
We have everything.
Lucrative business,
Successful monopolies,
We are in control.
The higher power in us,
We are.
Materials,
Raw and waiting,
To be processed,
Sold.
Trekking,
The silence ominous,
The hairs on my back,
Standing on end,
Alerted, as if
Danger is near.
Running low on fuel,
The impact is near,
The fuselage in danger,
The ground so close,
A crash is imminent.
Help,
We scream,
The terror resounding in our
Hoarse voices.
We hope anyway.
Futile attempts thrown around,
Till defeat creeps in,
Settling in,
The uneasy comfort,
Bursting in bouts.
A rendezvous,
With no one,
A sad victory.
