Seven Hard Days

By Jean Flournoy

Seven hard days made this week

I was forced to enter into the things I use to seek

Enemy attack by a hit and run

Glassy eyes of shock staring at me

Driver got away he was just having fun

Flesh and blood lying on the ground

"Don't you go no where, you stay around"

He just lay there, didn't make a sound.

He just lay there on the dirty ground.

Forty thousand thoughts enter my head

I refuse to let one word enter saying he is dead.

Eyes still staring, I know he can see

The things invisible standing over me.

7 hard days made this week

Forced me to enter into where I use to seek.

Death dancing, but not for too long

I reached behind the veil and undid was done.

Jean Flournoy