You’ve left me with no words

so I’ll tell you what you left

me with.

 

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.

 

The clang,

the boom,

the thump,

Screech,

Crash.

That’s what you’ve left me with.