Death's Window

Terror grips the heart

the soul torn into darkness

blood pouring in the streets

peace gone and death takes

its place.

Crying, Shouts of terror

Wondering why

must all the life of living be

such a tragedy

Hatred mounting in the minds

of the damned carrying out

a mindless test to prove they have the power.

A deathly silence over a city in peril

Souls and minds tortured

when will all end

why must the innocent die

for a cause not of there own.

Belinda 08

*This was a poem that I wrote off the top of my head when I listen to the news this evening and found out that Mumbai was the scene of death and dispair...British and American citizens, Indian citizens being killed for nothing...Time for the innocent to fight back....Don't let this be the rule of your lives...

Broken Butterfly

I watch out the window

Looking at the day

The sun shining brightly

And the wind blowing lightly

Thoughts race through my mind

Vivid images of past, present and

Most of the time the future the

Imaginaries of conflicts trials

Of tribulations, daunt my every turn

Hatred

Words twisted out of the tongue so violently

A scar to remind you the words do indeed hurt

The soul. Feelings of sorrow stained with guilt

Tears fall endlessly into rivers of pain and suffering

Damaged beyond recognition

Believe me my heart is totally done with all

The people around me.

What can be said from a torn piece of paper?

What can be written that will mend the broken heart?

What can be healed when damage has been done?

Like the wind it blows Moreover, all the sorrows of

yesterday are gone with it.

Belinda 08