Who’s Terrified Yet?

Poetry — Writing Prompt “Exodus”

My eyes, like a steel door protecting my heart from everything — damaging but these ears like open windows, letting the charcoal air pollute these feelings making me reevaluate the meaning of existence, through the sky like mind already full with clouds, birds, lightning, heat unable to control the heap of realization, attacking my emotions unintentionally, who go on a strike not realizing the impact on the overall Universe of my pretentious heavenly skin only to face a massive evacuation of humanity blocking my being — breathless!

In response to David S.’s writing prompt in — Dead Poets Live.