It was Sunday, sweet Sunday
I was washing the dishes when I heard it
I followed it’s sound to the door
It faded for a moment
So I turned away…
But then I heard it again
So I opened the door,
Then I saw it
Flying overhead, so quickly I almost missed it
It was like nothing I’d ever seen
And nothing I’d ever expected
I remember a quiet voice urging me to go back inside
But I couldn’t move…
I couldn’t look away
Silence suddenly surround me
Everything except it turned to faint white noise
It was worlds away in the sky
And yet it felt as though it was right next to me
Entangling itself between my fingers
Whispering in my ear
A strange, unfamiliar peace
Why did nothing else matter?
I opened my eyes I didn’t know I’d closed
Choked on a breath I didn’t know I was holding
Where did it go?
It was just there…
I didn’t dream it
Then suddenly, there was rubble
Everywhere
Black clouds, all around
Wasn’t the sky beautiful just a second ago?
That’s a fire, isn’t it?
But I’m cold
What’s that sound?
Shit!
I run back inside and into the kitchen
The sink is overflowing
The floor is wet
I force the tap shut…
It’s quiet.
Where am I?
About the Creator
Mikayla Rose
Just a young dreamer trying to find her way in the world of writing..
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Comments (1)
Aww, the feeling on this poem 🥹💔 Sending hugs, Mikayla~