THE CHANTS OF OBLIVION: Poems and Flashes

#6: CYCLONE

Wake up! A cyclone is coming.
We need to pack, the flood is getting higher.
Come with me in the atic, let's hide together.
The gust is getting stronger
The storm is getting crazier
Stand still! Let the rain fall down
Let the clouds enrage
Let the world know the brutality they are doing.
Let the people know how destructive their words are.
Let the society know how they brought you to the isolation and destroyed you and your perspective.
Let them know the casualty that their storm like words and gun like mouths brought you.
You don't need to hide, you need to let that out.

Look at yourself, look how chaos affected you.
Hear yourself. Hear the consciousness trying to fight the rallyists in your brain.
Smell the fragrance of the addictive drug that was clogged on your nose slowly invading your body.
Feel the emptiness trickling down your spine slowly streaming through your blood, affecting your raging heartbeat and abused system.
Taste the bittersweet words the entity in your brain is telling you and swallow them and let them mend your soul.

Wake up, the storm is over.
The flood went down.
The whole place is calm.
Stand still, the rain is already done.
The clouds are now white, you can see the reflection of the ocean in the skies.
The sun is already beaming its light and now I can clearly see your shattered body affected by the storm.
The glass windows are broken.
The stone walls are cracked.
Dried mud concealed the whole body.
Rains that left those eyes wet.
Winds that left some spikes and cuts.

And my knees trembled as my eyes stared at the audience in the middle of green grass and square blocks,
Looking at the person treated as a casualty of the pass storms and other calamities.
And then slowly I weakened, and I forced myself to lay down right at the top of the casket as they burry my body six feet deep.