Wednesday, 29 July 2009

i rewrote .

last night, i had a dream about a black clad priest, his knees trembling, his face adorned with the recollection of his past, cold sweat, and only an expression that required answers . his eyes wild, shouting for help, clutching his chest , staggering on legs that had forgotten how to walk.
"help. please, help me" pleading in a voice that was drowned out by his appearance.
i told him to pray and ask his "god" to save him, if he would save him. 
the priest fell to his knees, screaming like an abandoned child , mustering himself, he grabbed me by my feet, determined that it was me who would help him,  to save him.
stooping down,  i gave him a glass of water, salt water. he drank, greedy and desperate, water spilling down the sides of his mouth, clutching the glass pressed to his lips until it was empty . unfulfilled of his torment, he wasn't sick , he just continued to clutch his chest, convinced of his lament. 
i didn't understand why , until i realised, that as his face grew dark, and he knew he was alone , he only he could save himself . 
"save me, save me" he sang in a hoarse chorus , but like the world , he too , was hellbent on not being saved , ever . 
"save me, save me" he sang in a hoarse chorus , but like the world , he too , was hellbent on not being saved , 

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