Unseen Hand
My sky is bruised, someone kicked it
My days are nights, a purple blackness
Losing track of time, along with my mind
What has happened, I don’t understand
Have we been bombed? Was there an attack?
Am I all that is left? Is this a fact?
I hear an echo, a deep loneliness
I am all that is here, taking up space
There is a dampness, upon my face
I can hear a drip, maybe water?
Maybe human life? trying to follow
Follow the sound, where is it?
Bumping into walls, they seem to be closing in
There must be a way out, or a way in
The drip is getting closer, I think it is near
I try calling out, “Can anyone hear?”
The drip is getting closer, yes there it is
I can feel it, dripping on my head
Looking up into the purple sky, A swollen cloud of black drifts by
I am in room without a ceiling, A giant fishbowl
Is someone viewing? Am I being watched?
I sound paranoid, I am confused
Have I wondered into a kind of portal? Another dimension?
Another place in time? Perhaps into a futuristic extension?
Perhaps, this is the past, I do not know
I can’t figure it out, I continue on slow
Feeling my way in the blackness, I have to find answers
I need to know where I am, I continue onward
Perhaps I am not even here? Could that be? Did I disappear?
Getting no where, stranded in this dark place
Completely alone, such a disgrace
Without another soul, without a home
Perhaps I do not exist, perhaps I never did
I am in a world of nothingness, with only thoughts of my own
This is a kind of death, a kind of hell, is it manmade?
I cannot tell
Pacing around this room, feeling all the walls
There is no door, only these walls
I cannot get out, how did I get in?
Questions without answers, guilt without sin
No judge or jury, not a fair trial
Just waking up to find I have been exiled
Cast into a giant fishbowl, watched by an unseen eye
Never blinking, always watching, waiting for me to die
by Renee Robinson
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