One Big White Blur
You’ve left me with no words
so I’ll tell you what you left
The nails on a board repeatedly
scratching away at the skin of green.
The unyielding screech of a child
that refuses to hush.
The unquiet mind of a man that
is only half there.
The crushing caving of a ceiling.
The ear-bleeding crash of a bomb.
That’s what you’ve left me with.