Distant

On the 7/7 London attacks.

 

Alienated.

As smoke rises from the stairwell,

Sunlight pierces clouds a million miles away.

 

Shards of light scattered freely

And the voices seem distant,

Unbelievable and disconnected.

 

Rooms as empty as the grave.

Showered with words

Devoid of meaning.

 

I cannot cry,

For nothing happened.