Dementia War

It begins like a little tapping at your foundations,
Something that is a little unsettling,
makes you feel uncomfortable,
and a little ill at ease…

And then the tapping gets louder,
becomes more violent,
starts to shake the world around you.
Then you begin to rattle and tremble;
and are shaken to your very core,
as the thunder rolls in.

From this point on,
it’s just one bomb blast after the next.
KABOOM, KABANG, KAPOW,
shrapnel is flying everywhere;
And you don't know if you are going to survive,

You are out on the edge,
teetering,and you don't know,
if you are going to be able to hold on much longer...
but you do…
You just keep hanging in there while the blows continue to fall,
And hell rains down upon you.

You can no longer see for all the muck and grime in the air,
It even makes breathing a chore…
But time ticks on, and you start to notice;
That you,…are still there,

Everything is in ruins around you,
but you remain,
There's debris everywhere
and everything is covered in dust and is grey,
But although the bombs keep falling,
You no longer hear them so loudly,
Everything is muffled,
you seem to have gone numb?

You can still feel the shaking at your foundations,
But they seem far away and distant now;
You peer out from the dust and
you can see a sliver of sunlight,
It’s the faintest hint of light,
but you focus on it,

It doesn't get any bigger,
but neither does it go away,
And in your nightmarish daze you just keep looking at it,
Knowing that that is what you must do,
to get through this.

One day the sun will shine again,
The dust will settle and you will see the ruins around you,
Mangled and broken,
he’ll be gone.

The bombs will have stopped falling;
and you'll dare to take a step again,
breathe again.
The world will be silent,
but you will have cried all your tears for it long ago.

On that day you will look up,
and see how the world can begin again,
And on that spot where that sliver of sunlight,
Shone all that time,
the light that got you through…

There will be a beautiful forget me not,
a splash of colour in this grey world growing there;
and it will give you the hope to begin again.....

(N.S)
Written October 2005