Empty Words

By Desiree Marisa Fernandes

We spoke so much that day

Amidst the hubbub of the clanging ceiling

In the process of catching every word

You escaped in a collision rather so absurd.

In a dusty cloud of rubble

You choked in gasping breath

Clumsily reaching for your phone

Panic and fear seemed evident in your tone.

Heckled by the fragility of your life

Perpetuated by the vile scoundrels

In emerging victorious with a blow of blemishes

Emboldened you to advance in your skirmish.

But your mental prowess held the reigns

And in wanting to redeem your dignity

You valiantly approached the sleuth in dire distress

Which created for you a cesspool of a mess.

The law of the scorched land

Didn’t seem to be the order of the day

As the victim ferreted for recompense in his defense

His wounded soul counted for nothing beyond two pence.

By Desiree Marisa Fernandes