Where Are You?

Where Are You? (contest Song Prompt: The Big Afraid – Uncommon-Grackle)

Shown… knees, palms… downed.

Descends darkness with no stars or moon in heaven.

Shutters bang shut… No ‘irie’ new, but old felt driven

as winds spin coldness–now internationally found.

Doors creak slowly… pupils peep from behind since not charitable taught…

To whom should I beg ‘forgiven’? though bent over, ‘caught’?… Not inclined

towards
ancient

‘ought’.

I tilt my head
to ‘uncaring’ sky?

Then, tumbling crumpled tract
catches my eye.

I unfold…

yet, many ask,… why?


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