Unseen Hand

21 Jan

Nae's Nest

My sky is bruised, someone kicked it

My days are nights, a purple blackness

Losing track of time, along with my mind

What has happened, I don’t understand

Have we been bombed?  Was there an attack?

Am I all that is left? Is this a fact?

I hear an echo, a deep loneliness

I am all that is here, taking up space

There is a dampness, upon my face

I can hear a drip, maybe water?

Maybe human life? trying to follow

Follow the sound, where is it?

Bumping into walls, they seem to be closing in

There must be a way out, or a way in

The drip is getting closer, I think it is near

I try calling out, “Can anyone hear?”

The drip is getting closer, yes there it is

I can feel it, dripping on my head

Looking up into the purple sky, A swollen cloud…

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