11/01/2020
Dreams were weaved intertwined with a tinge of hope
Amidst silent screams to be rescued
Even the slightest of touch was disgusting
Suddenly the blur line between fantasy and reality merged into one
Difficult to decipher one from the other .
Chaos replaced the normalcy in life
Blood thirsty monsters were suddenly let loose
Happily feasting on the carcass of shattered dreams
They have tasted the blood of masses
And I swear to God, they love it to the point of no return
Call it an Apocalypse or a major catastrophe
There seems to be no end
Even the golden gates of heaven refuse to hear any amount of cries
Or are we awaiting The Great flood , again?
~ by Fiona Catherine Jerry
