Tremors and aftermath
Resonate through the soul
Toppling confidence
And shaking foundations
Hectic mayhem
Everyday
Deadlines to meet
Marching ever closer
Preparations to be done
Finishing? Well, almost
Never
Efforts paid
Going up in flames
The smoke covering
The living daylight
And also suffocates
Raiders and robbers
Stealing what's dear
Taking everything away
Killing hopes and dreams
I am starting to fear
Seven days
Seven twins
Maybe fourteen
Or more
They come and go
On and off
Much as I wouldn't want anyone
To know
The seawall held together
By a single thread
Of sheer willpower
Waves slosh
And threaten to spill
And the thread strains
To hold
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Tremors and aftermath
Resonate through the soul
Toppling confidence
And shaking foundations
Hectic mayhem
Everyday
Deadlines to meet
Marching ever closer
Preparations to be done
Finishing? Well, almost
Never
Efforts paid
Going up in flames
The smoke covering
The living daylight
And also suffocates
Raiders and robbers
Stealing what's dear
Taking everything away
Killing hopes and dreams
I am starting to fear
Seven days
Seven twins
Maybe fourteen
Or more
They come and go
On and off
Much as I wouldn't want anyone
To know
The seawall held together
By a single thread
Of sheer willpower
Waves slosh
And threaten to spill
And the thread strains
To hold
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