Space and Time in Tragedy
oh the blur of tragedy
when time distorts
and senses warp
Vision blurs while
sound slurs
And you wonder if
everyone else’s reality just
Snapped
into a static existence
Like yours did
When the antenna went out and
your connection to the understandable
was cut
And the satellite
that used to anchor you
became lost to space
This poem is about:
Me
My family