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with no one left to rescue.
Who will rescue me?
On a bus in town dodging glances.
Alone and carrying;
almost due.
The sea of people becomes calming.
A blur you wish to stop
and enjoy.
Middle school went by just as fast.
Friends you backstabbed
and no longer have.
Simpler times that rushed past
as quick as the corpses
in this flood are passing by.
Floating on with their belongings:
SUVs, desks, photos,
and my longing for humanity.
Laughs in malls, along avenues,
whose walls and paths
now collect moss.
Your eyes lit up at the Diwali festival.
After spotting your red ribbon
I was able to stop looking.
Edited by I believe you, 20 January 2013 - 12:49 PM.
