Waking up to the call

Of a new day, new world

Music of the wind and waves

On a shiny new shore

Below a new sky, new light

Waiting is the new life

Longing to laugh aloud.

Unrealistic are dreams

Wild imaginations

Raises hallucinations

Today miserably alone

On an orange printed water bed

None of those acrid medicines

No more the scent of cleansing lotion

Room stinks

.World mourns dead children

Old lives fear to breathe

Smoke masks the city

Sign boards point nowhere

Queues stretch there.

There is light

Must be a nurse

My fingers feel the wound

Scarring the palm

As it holds my palm.

Was it by a shrapnel

Or by an iron nailT

hat had gone deep

Into the cross.

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