Poetry by JaHyne Johnson
It comes…I see it
bend the trees in the distance…
The music slowly is drowned
out by the growing whoosh headed
right towards me…
I close my eyes.
As i open them
the world is spinning round
and round-
A glimpse
of smiles and laughter on my friends’ face
A glimpse
of my mother holding a frown…
My body finally comes to rest.
I look around
and see every stage of brown,
from caramel to coffee. nobody
was safe from death …
in the shadows of the ground
everyone cries for help as worms crawl
on top of them and eat away
bits and pieces of their shapes.
Some are fortunate enough
to starve or suffocate
to death and
shrivel up and turn grey…
I look up and see people dancing celebrating another day in paradise
The birds are singing;
The fruits are bright and juicy.
Jealousy and anger take over me as I lay with rotten cores and bones.
I open my eyes.
The music fades back in as the gust passes;
I begin to rake up the leaves.