End of Days
Frozen in time
Petrified
Polarized
With no reason
or rhyme
A bolt of lightning
Striking
Paralyzing
the body
Frightening
Unable to turn
yet senses in tact
Knowing
Aware
of the burn
Voices near
Unseeing
Feeling
a mutual distress
of dread and drear
Prisoners
of the elements
Captured
Hostage
No listeners
Nature’s anomaly
the end of days
Famine
Starving
Concluding solemnly
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday #Write/Photo - Wicker
Word Prompt:
Anomaly
You can feel their angst. Nice job.
Thank so much Michele
Love the brevity with which you convey this tale 🙂
Thank you Sue 🙂
Very moving
Thanks dear! 🙂💕
You’re welcome Christine
Wow ❤️
Thank you! 🙂