Zephyr Is Defeated Yet AgainA Poem by jumbie's #1 fanabout a tragedy. zephyr is supposed to be a god of the west wind
The smoke is thick The cement Heavy Bits of wood cut my lip While I am pinned down by a heavy beam Somewhere among the rubble, I can hear a muffled cry A small child calling out to me She does not know my name But still, I feel her I hear her “Help me” I feel my strength welling up inside of me An unforeseen force struggling to rise Rise above the ashes Like a phoenix after bursting into flames Gotta get up Gotta save that girl Clearing the debris from above me I take a look around No one else on the scene All I see is Dust Remains And a small untouched church in front of me Fighting my way through The dirt The debris Shoving pieces of sheetrock out of my way Determined to save this little girl Even if it takes all day A few more minutes drag by Fainter and fainter grows her cry Finally I find her Blonde hair all a mess Cuts on cheeks Bruises on her chest She looks at me with those sad blue eyes And it immediately rushes to me This beautiful little girl is going to die Gathering all the power I do not possess I take her up in my arms and stagger toward the vacant, but still-standing church A sweet little girl no older than six Being taken by Satan’s evil tricks He won’t keep her He won’t get this one this time, I cry Falling to my knees As I burst through the door of the church This little child is barely breathing I can almost see the life in her leaving Looking at her, all I can do is pray Jesus, you love this little one You died for her too She looks at me, expression askew “Little girl,” I ask softly “Do you believe?” “Yes, Angel, I do” she whispers back “I believe your words are true” She takes one last breath and closes her eyes Tears stream down as I whisper my goodbyes © 2010 jumbie's #1 fanReviews
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1 Review Added on May 26, 2009 Last Updated on December 5, 2010 Previous Versions Authorjumbie's #1 fanNorman, OKAboutAll my life, writing has been the one thing I've been good at. Of course, that's an opinion, and it depends on your tastes. Throughout everything in my semi-short life, writing is the one thing that c.. more..Writing
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