Shrik by Ed Blundell

Ed Blundell

A shriek of nature rends my soul,
The sky a blood red, empty well,
I fall through time, I spin in space,
My face contorts, my body bends,
Out of shape I twist and struggle,
Trying to hold on to the real,
Head reeling as my friends walk on,
Unaware of my dire distress.
The sky and earth a writhing mass,
I stand upon the flimsy bridge.
The swirling sea snarls at my feet,
I clamp my ears to block the scream.
I howl in terror, full of fright,
Sinking into eternal night..


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