Into The Fray
The smoke seemed thin.
As I watched him, shudder, mid run.
He seemed, to stumble like....
All in slow motion.
Tripping over his feet.
His body, hunching......
doubling, over.
Making no sound, as he fell.
And the silence now, became a roar.
And then the smoke......
Covered him
And he was gone
once more.
Giajl © Jim Love