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.