Solataire

awoke to the silence
that deafened the ear
awoke to the pain
of a soul being seared
colors surrounded me
entertwined in the scheme
of picasso proportions
what could it mean?
saw drawings etched
upon the flesh of creation
strong smell of brimstone
was it Hell and Damnation?
the moment was palpable
a moment of fate
an odd game of solataire
where the only move was mine
and i...
well, i moved too late.

by cathy clough

Comments (2)

Nice use of fire imagery. I really enjoyed it, and relate as well.
Know the feeling Oh so well nicely put Cath [10] lol x Chris