Nicole Johnson

Soul that bleeds, yet does not speak.
Sky that weaps, yet does not see.
Reoccuring questions that posess no answers.
Fortune-tellers’ hands pouring empty thoughts and emotions.
Civilians passing by strangers with angelic faces.
The faces of loved ones that never made it.
Heads spinning at the sound of the rolling skies.
Hail makes its presence on earth as god makes his discomfort known.
The lives of many forgotten with each passing moment.
He waits…
Nevermore.
Nevermore.
The world is silenced with the roar from the sky.
Millions of eyes stare up at the unknown.
They wait for the rapture from above to be thrown down to the soil below with hands clasped tightly upon their skulls.
Faces full of pain, they whisper,
“Nevermore. Nevermore.”