A Bleak Day

MerCelia Peterson 4/15/14

Silent driving

Bustling highway

No sounds come

From within.

Dejected building,

Stucco walls.

Pamphlets in overly cheerful colors

Pick one up; put it back

Tranquil face, somber smile

A mirror image of mine

Walk away,

tears in my eyes.

Floral scent, dim lights

An itchy black dress

with vile crimson hues.

Sobbing in the back round.

Wind whips across my face

same time, different place.


Shots sound, out loud

babes cry in fear.

Slowly, down

humming silence.

Blackest heart ached

wails are found

Silent driving

abandoned highway,

no sounds come

from me

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