A Violent Wind

A Violent Wind

Sitting on a comfortable bed;

Neither feeling numb, nor comfortable.

He keeps typing away on the keyboard;

Sadly, he's got no table.

A laptop, bed and a couple of pillows is all he has;

And he uses them to write away things, stuff and words.

While the brain tells the hands to type,

the heart lies miles away.

A deck chair placed on a sandy shore.

There, a violently strong wind blows;

It's strong enough to knock the umbrellas down

It's capable of disheveling pomade treated hairs

and to recreate the Marilyn Monroe moment

The roaring water sounds like music

It rumbles, rages and soothes--all of this is happening for real!

The wind is so strong;

holding on to the coffee cup seems like a challenge

Suddenly, the struggle changes; just like a shifting opera scene!

Now he has to hold on to his dear life;

The strong wind is pulling him towards a watery grave.

as a strange abyss is pulling him back to reality.

A roaring Millat fan; spilled milk tea on the laptop

He has to stand up in alarm,

and save his dear laptop instead.

One day, time ran out, and at the end

No one could save him from life.

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