Black

Sadness that presses me down theatening to crush, shatter my world closing, tightening suddenly theatening to end. I have many questions in my left hand, I have one answer in my right. Could it be that what is in my right is enough to corner all that weighs down my left? I know it is. Yes, I know.

I'm walking through a hurricane. The world is blue and gray. I see myself walking among the storm. The earth swirling around me, rain soaking my skin. I am oblivious, downcast, looking for noone. I am walking through a hurricane-this storm has no eye. Wind pulls down all that is built with human hands. I see noone. Noone walking with me in this slow motion. Water rises to my head-walk on.