Horror: Feeling of Being Trapped

Looking into the sky

the dome came down

searching for answers

no one around


Enclosed in a world

with no birds and bees

the sights and smells were awful

so much death to see


The separation

the horror of being alone

someone help me

the feeling of a drone


Finding a lake

getting into a boat

storms and waves surround me

fear of being smote


Suddenly comes a voice

that calms the storm

He gets into the boat with me

my spirit is now warm


The dome lifts

my faith is restored

birds and bees return

I was never ignored


Living in the light

gone are the disguises

the storm has passed

a new day arises


copyright 2020 Debbie Pierce



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