The eerie silence that deafens me
the chilly wind of the desert street,
grip my soul in unexplainable fear
I wonder why – there’s nothing here.
I throw a pebble in a pit,
the haunting echo makes me sick,
I see someone in the deep
I try to help her – and get pulled in.
Crows croon in the midnight breeze,
Six feet above the ditch,
Twisted faces and haunted grins
Say “here’s the land of make belief”.
16 Oct 2016