General....

My blogs express my thoughts and opinions more than anything else. I am not political or part of any moral crusade. I write about what I think, and the freedom to do so, I'm very glad about. Tonight, I am not in the mood to write much, so I'll sign off with a few old words of mine.

If nobody knew what happened to you, except the person who victimized you, how would it be? The unknown one is my tribute hoping nobody suffers such a fate:

The Unknown One

Blood drips from the stones
Spreading in an ever-widening pool
Stickily it dries on wounded bones
As the evening turns cool

The hatchet turns rusty brown
As he walks away from the scene
The echoing cries die down
As the blood seeps into the grass green

The shovel thuds against rock
As he digs into the brown earth
Time ticks away on his clock
As he races against time dearth

Green turns brown
As blood and earth mix together
He throws the shovel down
Hurrying as he notices the raw weather

Rain pounds down
Washing away the drying blood
He looks up at the sky with a frown
Even as he drags her body through the mud.

He pushes her into the pit
And starts closing the grave
The skies crumble and split
Thunder and rain, mourning the brave.

The earth welcomes her into its fraternity
Precious against the world she shuns
She lies there for all eternity
Unknown to all but one!

By

Angela Archana Vincent