Flashback, shallow rapid breaths
Sweaty palms, bare fluorescent bulbs overhead.
Shadows, cold, unfamiliar faces
Whispering an unlearned, foreign language.
Chanting short, rhythmic sounds
From every direction, my eyes dart around.
Searching, terrified am I
Gone is the one; he’s gone from my side.
Thump, thump, pounding in my chest,
Surely everyone can see me in my distress.
Rain rolls, slowly down my cheeks
My soul’s windows, it seems, have sprung a leak.
Whack, whack, salt water hits cement
This occurrence has brought me back to present.
Lost still, struggle to catch my breath
I raise my hand to calm the pounds in my chest.
Same lights are bright above my head
Now familiar faces and sounds recognize what’s said.
Harsh truth I see once ignored
The realization of that has left me floored.
Mouth moves, but chords are silenced
The air within removed with unspeakable violence.
Tremors rise and fall
Like a statue, I remain through it all.
My life torn thrice again
Between what is, what was, and what might have been.
2 thoughts on “Tremors”
I feel a little breathless reading this. You paint a vivid picture with your words.
Thank you. It was difficult for me. Still can’t believe it…although I know it’s real.