PARANOIA

Now my dreams are of explosions

In the stillness of the nights slumber Loud deafening sounds ring through my ears Where they are coming from is unknown The only thing known is the news morn may bring of death and destruction

The sudden midnight call for evacuation The off-chance text that may bring sorrow Of the death of someone known.…

The seismic pressure that every time I step out The fear of hearing that unearthly explosion. and then

I dream of greener pastures

Where the words bomb or death

Need not be uttered

Every so many hours

Where there are no media concoctions No confused opinions

No mis guided threats or fear

I dream of better days

Happier memories

Of visits to my favourite hotel …. but No..now it only reminds me of that terrible day That torment my already sleepless nights The fear of now standing in queues Or crowded shopping malls

The sadness of not being able to Partake in the solemn tribute

For my fallen colleagues

Of not being able to light a candle for these friends

That I still consider as my family

I dream of death

A remorseless entity

A robotic force

It cares not which victim it clutches

Nor when……… Nor how… Nor time of day It does not hear the silent cry of the victims’ families

It does not see their panic stricken looks It has no feeling…. It thinks no thought. It isn’t alive….yet very much alive

And its sole purpose

Decide when to strike

Then strike

And then it loses its power

Like ashes disappearing in to the earth .