It’s normally quiet at midnight.
The still silent air peacefully lulls
sleepy thoughts to arrive.
So why tonight
am I hearing the squawking of gulls?
Why are the animals agitated?
Has something disturbed the atoms,
reverberating in a sound unheard,
a low vibrational grind
that is already
so engrained within my mind
that I can only hear
the sounds that sit
out of time. The sounds
you don’t normally find.
I watch the foxes
as they glare at the sky.
Teeth bared
as if an enemy is near
and they are ready to fight,
but there is just me
and the still atmosphere.
What am I missing?
The animals are hissing.
Screeching. But all I see
is empty darkness
and the fallen night.
I glance around.
Neck hair senses something
my brain can’t perceive.
It pulls away from my skin,
aching to leave.
It pulls at the nerves inside
as I feel something is not right.
The animals and I
in fear of the normally peaceful night,
but what sits in the blank space
before my eyes?
The darkness clouds the light,
The darkness hides fear in my eyes.
Do they hear something?
Are my ears numb to its sound?
Is it back?
That awful grind,
Is it moving through
the atoms all around
inaudible to our tired minds?
Is it back?
After so long. Ready to attack.
To make us fall as one.
Is it back
that dreaded hum?
Then I fear our time is almost done.
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Kyle
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