13 November, 2011

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A slow rumble at first

picking up pace

in thousands it rolled

as time went by.


Before I knew it

thunder clouds of thought

exploded in

the mind.


Millions of questions

clamouring to be heard

the clash

and bang

of one

against the other

was deafening

to

the soul.


Each of them loud

as steam-rollers passing

none of them ceasing

on emotions a-feasting

trodding lethally

injuring

the mind.



Striking the heart

at every

opportunity

ripping the soul

so damn ferociously

stomping

stamping

blatantly hounding

shaking the foundations

of life-gifted sense.



Those questions, I say

those

Damn!

Infinite

Questions...!


desperate for answers...

desperate for answers...


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Venice.