By Katie Gergel
A raindrop of debris stung my eye
When I woke on the beach today
A cloud of smoke blanketed the sky
Veiling the world in a haze of gray
Silence at first, then all was unmuted:
Mechanical screams and bangs of fright
Life as I knew it undisputedly uprooted
And yet all I wanted was to write
My hands itched for a pencil, a place to scrawl
Could I find one in the wreckage?
Cataclysm, pandemonium for all
A fine aircraft now but a vestige
I stood on shaky limbs, a rag doll of sorts
A mummified man with arms stretched out
Feeling my way towards some type of support
But finding nothing but fog throughout
A small group became more exclusive
As human lives and hearts slipped away
Tragedy, cruel selector, is never elusive
When deciding who goes and who stays
Souls filled the air, bodies filled the plain
As I continued my hunt for words
Smoke filled my lungs, hurt filled my brain
But I refused feeling as I trudged forward
Among the flames I had no friends
Among the cries there was no life
Among the terror only one will transcends:
The overwhelming will to write.
Soon, I prevail, a pencil therein!
Small, charred, but with some lead
Found in the pocket of a mannequin
Lying in a small pool of red
Now here I sit, just ten hours post-bane
Still not quite sure if I am awake
At least my writing has kept me sane
Wait-my pencil is about to b
