Power Outage
Ear splitting silence
Everything stops with a halt
The rattle and hum cease
I lay there
Listening to the blood rushing through my ears and veins
I live on the edge of a farm field
Pitch black
No wind to blow
Without the din
How am I to sleep
Copyright © Ellen Mecca | Year Posted 2023
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