Cold Air

I feel the fear in the breeze
Like 2000 faces falling to pieces
Long time…
No books
No poems
No nothing
No history
No past
No future
Like the light fading
Into the darkness
The smiles turn to frowns
The world turns down
Then it comes to a halt
Then the air gets thick…
It stops
100 words dying
100 lives leaving
Losses every second
Happiness every day
Locked away forever
What happened, what happened…
What happened?

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This poem was awarded People's Choice (Primary) for Poetry Object 2019