The War of Recreation

I am nothing.

Numbness settles like dust on an empty shelf.

I am still: unable to see, unable to hear.

Darkness grips at my bones;

Metal chills my empty space.

Intruders, traitors, aliens invade.

Smashing through white rock,

Straightening the twisted road.

Unbearable betrayal.

A war has begun.

Seal the metal: chase away the decay;

Undo the wrong that has grown.

Give them aid within the warped rungs;

Give them strength within these harden poles.

We will recreate this ladder to her former glory.

H.B.