I am awakened
by blinding flashes of light
enough
to turn the night sky
look like it's morning.
I tell myself
"The Gods are just having a party,"
And it seems like one too:
different colours like paper-white
electric blue
they get brighter
the more I shut my eyes tight.
The sound of soaring jet planes and
hovering helicopters
make the whole building tremble;
in the distance
I think I hear a canon go off
But when I see pink--
hot neon pink,
my hands cling to my ears
because the volatile sky
snaps
like falling trees
and hisses
like live wires
My heart shrivels
sending fear and terror
through my veins
And this doesn't die down
not until
each cloud releases its fury
not until
I hear the tiny
'pitter patter' on my window
sound of beads spilling on the floor
when the wind blows
Then it drifts away
just like that
farther and farther
till it seems
there is only a sporadic light bulb
and the thunder
only mumbles
by blinding flashes of light
enough
to turn the night sky
look like it's morning.
I tell myself
"The Gods are just having a party,"
And it seems like one too:
different colours like paper-white
electric blue
they get brighter
the more I shut my eyes tight.
The sound of soaring jet planes and
hovering helicopters
make the whole building tremble;
in the distance
I think I hear a canon go off
But when I see pink--
hot neon pink,
my hands cling to my ears
because the volatile sky
snaps
like falling trees
and hisses
like live wires
My heart shrivels
sending fear and terror
through my veins
And this doesn't die down
not until
each cloud releases its fury
not until
I hear the tiny
'pitter patter' on my window
sound of beads spilling on the floor
when the wind blows
Then it drifts away
just like that
farther and farther
till it seems
there is only a sporadic light bulb
and the thunder
only mumbles