A SLICE OF LIFE IN POEM ( I )

A VIEW FROM A VISION

She entered my vision 
Like lightning. 
A glance was enough, 
To set the thoughts 
In motion,
Of perturbed past and
Perplexed present.

Was there a reason 
for this avalanche progression? 
Of feelings multiplied, 
By numerous actions. 

To lend a passion 
To a wrecked Nation.
In return of Her service
She wanted no compassion.

Not much was left,
To undone time.
What once was Helen,
Now a face of crime. 

The shriveled body 
Hoped no hope
To seek love in a destitute 
Of sharing even a morsel. 

The lightning rekindled 
Lost prowess of passion
All ignited inside.
With a smile that,
Hides a weapon