The Cool Painted Wall

The Cool Painted Wall Death and destruction always present, always here. young...Old no one NO, No one can escape the reapers sickle. The blood and the bruises of stabbings and shootings. No answers, no cures for the home front combat. They'll claim your life tonight in dreams being chased lost and alone. Wake in sweat. Collapse against the cool painted wall. It felt so real... Fan blades cut the air creating a cool breeze. It makes you shiver calm down, catch your breath. Stare at the ceiling. Circling shadows will keep you company while you fall asleep in the dark.