Eerie morning...

Unmoored
Voices, in a bottle
Near yet far

Stick figure, running
Slender bony arms, pumping
Long legs, brittle then broken

Sprawling, like the fog
Teary-eyed, misty, dewy

The main characters
Are bit players
Isolated
And distant

On stage
Long lines, brittle then broken
Rote
Meaningless

Suddenly!

Nothing.

No matter the effort
…nothing

Even the End
No Boom
No Bang
Not even a whimper
No Time for a whimper

More of a
…poof
Gone

It is the story of you
It can't happen to me
Until it does

Raw
Chafed
Undone

When the fog lifts
If the fog lifts
I Celebrate
The Sun, knowing

I will sleep, hoping

I will wake, believing

I will see

Beyond the shroud of a
Long life
...brittle then broken