Being and Nothingness
He awakes and listens for the clamor
of the city only to find he cannot hear.
He gets up to find he cannot speak,
and the silence is deafening, overwhelming.
He still sees the world in all its peaceful
beauty, until it all goes black.
The smell of breakfast cooking slithers
up his nostrils, disappears.
Struggling in confusion he longs
for restitution, but then...
the faces of his children,
the whisper of the leaves,
the scent of fresh cut grass,
the softness of a woman's skin
the flavor of fresh strawberries
forsake his memory...
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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