The Stairwell

Curled up, my heart pounds like a drum,
Radios, boots above, chatter too,
Blue bodies ready to spit fire,
I Pray to God for Peace.

Seconds to minutes, minutes to years.
The noise subsides, fading into the past,
Silence.I crawl, licking my wounds, the stairwell no longer home.
I Pray to God for thanks.

Now I have to run,
Keeping one step ahead of the Blue,
Searching for Peace, I hide away.
I pray to God for Peace.

Mother calls out in the night,
Do not hurt my son,
Worried and afraid,
I give myself to the Blue.
I Pray to God for Peace and Guidance.


Copyright Michael J. Cunningham
Inspired by Emanuel from New York City

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