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