I am standing
In the middle of chaos
Like a thousand missiles
Dropped from the sky
Destroying the civilisation
Into particles of dusts
Facing the bloody Murphy's law
Urging a prayer that should not be
Craving an alignment of planets
... and the sunshine that is overdue
Darkened by the great smoke
That arose from the deepest abyss
Only to envelope the horizon
And paint a morbid landscape
Raising the question,
"Where do we go?"
From this eye of storm
By Jo Haq
5 July 2021
12:42pm
Brickfields
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