Dark clouds cross my horizon
Screaming with want
I dread the crash at their journeys end
I inhale, hold my breath
No air in my lungs to shout, to scream
As the room fades around me
I feel no panic
as giant dust clouds creep towards me
A strange billowing entity
Now I feel it, the silence inside my soul…
©anitadawes 2020
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Wow, Anita. What an intense poem. So much power in this! Well done. I hope you’re doing well, my friend. <3
Sometimes Anita’s poems take my breath away, Diana… and she gets a little stronger each day!
That’s awesome news. :-)
Absolutely!
That was intense! Nice job. :)
Thank you!
You’re welcome!
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