The world went dark;
The sun shut off like a light bulb,
The land turned to ice,
The clouds stopped floating,
And there was the absence of life.
Outside
It was quiet
Solemn and calm
And the ocean retained its glossy surface
Not a pin drop
Or a brontide
Or a baby's soft cry can be heard
Which frightened me
If all these things around me
Are still,
Then I wonder
Why I'm moving.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
The world went dark;
The sun shut off like a light bulb,
The land turned to ice,
The clouds stopped floating,
And there was the absence of life.
Outside
It was quiet
Solemn and calm
And the ocean retained its glossy surface
Not a pin drop
Or a brontide
Or a baby's soft cry can be heard
Which frightened me
If all these things around me
Are still,
Then I wonder
Why I'm moving.
