The silence was almost deafening.

The air was filled with doom.

There was something like a memory.

A dank odor from another room.

A solution was not forthcoming.

Because no one said a word.

All were busy chewing fear.

And the lines of faith were blurred.

It’s too real for imagination.

Too somber to be kept.

I’m glad sometimes when I wake.

To lose sight of dreams, I slept.