The Day Everything Familiar Disappeared

Waiting for something beautiful
not ordinary in the barest of terms
seeing this all around here
uniformed and uninformed
calamity since the day first appeared

Never have much to say
when the darkest mood swings 
come out to play
crossing the line, to blackness sublime
how this soul screams silent dismay

Shiver and shake
with open arms breaking
into millions of useless pieces
fractured into folds and creases
never to be whole again

When the dust settles
and rain clouds dissipate
silence descends like a smothering coat
scented with smoke, mold, long dried tears
on the day everything familiar disappeared

mathiasthom
written 3/28/19