Aftermath of an Explosion
I don't know where I am; I've forgotten how to stand.
There's a deafening ring, but there's no ring in hand.
No one, nothing I recognize in sight
until I find the familiar, paralyzing fright.
It is the plight of depression with a bomb of anxiety.
In an instant the wind has left my chest and I can hardly breathe.
I try to raise myself - I stumble.
I try to pick up the pieces, but fumble.
With smoke all around, what's in the distance isn't clear.
I follow my feet forward hoping a glimmer of light will appear.
