footsteps in my hall,
shadows creep, creek these wooden floors
replaying the shatter,
the clash of the Titian’s whom once lived here.
satellites record the disaster of Hiroshima.
Smoke, fog, debris, opaque vision.
Vertebrates against my wall,
no hands stout enough to hold us
no faith holy enough to strengthen us.
memorized in our destruction,
a mused trapped in destruction.
A demand in my lethal world,
when the fog cleared,
the shadows were out of reach.
footsteps in the hall,
the footsteps i traveled through this desert
to only lose you!!
I CAN’T LOSE YOU!!!
WE ARE ALL I HAVE LEFT!!