Tuesday, February 16, 2010

POEM EINS.


Nightmare

Ocean turns to concrete in a sea of broken buildings. Shadows fall on the day in little tides. The sun fades from black to gray to white and back again to shining. Wall of questions builds in my mind like the wall of bricks that towers overhead. Sea of people so fast, never running out. Run away. Bleeding salt water. Burning. Stinging. Fading. Drying out. Rising higher and higher and then come crashing down. City lights dance like rain in the distance. The sounds so unbearably loud that they blur to a silence like a cold, damp forest or whispers from beyond. Not at all peaceful but rather eerie sounds. Snap out of my daze and face the cold, harsh reality before my gaze.

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