Violent Standstill

A by Jay M. Jones

The world at large seems to be at a standstill.
The silence is violent, and pierces our minds,
like the sting of a hornet, angered by children with rocks.
A steady downpour of the unknown beats down upon
our brows and forces our eyes shut so that we cannot see.
We huddle, in mass, under the rain, and the warmth of
each other just erodes, and grows colder and colder,
until the bitter chill forces us to push each other further away..
and hug our own chests to stay warm.
We stand out there in the field, cold, and wet, and blind, and alone.
and the world seems to be at a complete a stand still....
just waiting for one of us to move...