I look up
At higher faces
Suspended in
Disastrous places
Their eyes don’t blink
They cannot see
Their mouths, they gape,
And scream at me!
I’m terrified
And now I find
With a tremble
That I too am blind!
I can’t feel the ground
I must be in the air
I sense wary eyes,
And know they must stare.
My mouth hangs wide
Flies catch on my tongue
And to those below
My words must be sung.
When the wind starts to gust
I belt out my song
The air around me trembles
When it reaches the throng,
And now they have joined us,
In these disastrous places
Forming so perfectly
A sky of blind faces!
This poem might be included in a book I am compiling for my senior project, so any help at all in editing it would be much appreciated!