We are just visitors
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NB: As we (the person I was with and I) drove through the earthquake ruined streets a few minutes after the earthquake, past houses, dead bodies  I wrote this.  I was deciding if I should post this, but have since decided to. I am sorry for those who lost someone since the earthquake. I myself am just homeless  my kitty is safe and has been re-homed and I am now staying with a friend. It could have been much worse.
We are just visitors
The world I love has crumbled.
Become a sorrowful ruin
The streets are now drenched in blood,
Sprinkled and covered in thick dust…
Some people scream, cry… rub there eyes
Is what they are seeing real?
Others rush to aid the fallen
Trapped under belongings they considered valuable.
My mouth runs dry as fear kicks in,
Are those I love still there for me?
And as the technology I depend on fails,
That fear grows into an empty feeling,
Despite the chaos around me,
All the people in panic…
I feel alone, isolated… afraid…
And as the reality I use to know,
Organization, structure, control…
Slowly fades away…
I begin to realize…
We are just visitors on this plain
It is nature that decides how long we stay.
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This poem rings true. I can’t just call it beautiful (though in a way it is), because it is based on a horrible tragedy and that would be a strange adjective to use without clarifying. Just, it is truth, and it is genuine and sincere… and truth is beautiful.
Sweetie, I know I am an ocean away and we have our own seperate lives, but I will be there for you as much as I can, and always in spirit. Love you, hugs and kisses. Stay safe.
Auntie rachael