I wrote this poem about a year and a half ago. But it fit to the T to the time of the terror attacks in Mumbai (November 26, 2008). I feel though, in some ways the poem is incomplete and welcome any suggestion you may have on it.
Aeons away death dies.
You can’t run. You can’t hide.
All that you had will be lost in time.
Flashes of light, seen all through nigh.
Memories will erase, nightmares remain
All joy and glad soon fades.
(P.S. – Ryan I’m still waiting for you to finish this one)