© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswrites
A numbness was filling both my body and my mind. I had been walking for some time now without really thinking about my destination. It was only when I reached the edge of the forest that I begin to realise where I was and what I was doing. But much of the fog still remained. I have no idea of where I am going, or why. I feel drawn to this road and this direction, but who I know that lives this way I cannot think.
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Unable to sleep,
worries turning the cogs of her mind.
Stories overheard,
an imagination stirred.
Friends with family in danger,
war becoming a reality.
My child,
affected from afar.
Just from hearing the news,
imagine her being the news.
Words © Neil Hayes and neilhayeswrites
One foot after another. He appeared somehow lost, but kept shuffling along. He wasn’t leaving footsteps behind him in the snow, more like drag marks where his feet slid along in the snow. It was falling fast now, night had descended and the snow was halfway up his shins.
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I recoil from the tree, withdrawing my hand, and my breath begins to shorten. Now, I wish that I was back underground. At least there seemed less possibility of a heart attack there.
I don’t know where to go, what to do. The birds are still circling above the track, they didn’t follow me into the trees. Why?
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Everything feels cold and wet. My jacket is soaked through. This is when I realise that I can feel again. The chill of the air as it enters my lungs. My body begins to shiver with the shock of the cold.
When I open my eyes I see that I am lying, flat on my back, on that same forest track where I first saw the birds. As I look up to the sky I see them, circling as before. But, this time, there is something different. They are further away from me and… I don’t know what, something is off. They appear to be moving much slower than normal, so slowly that you would think that they would fall from the sky. Yet, they continue to drift around in their formation.
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