Friday, March 26, 2010

Literary Piece: The Morning After

Author’s note: This piece was written during (more like after) Typhoon Pepeng.

Originally written: October 12, 2009

The skies are quiet; clearly the storm is over. As the sun rises over the havoc, tears spring like a flooding storm. Muddy bodies under the destruction. How tragic it is to feel Nature’s wrath!

Grief is in the air—families have gone to the infinity and beyond. Despair is felt—no home, no food. Fear is slithering across people’s minds—survival’s disrupted.

But the sun shines on, the clock keeps on ticking. Just do what they do…

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