I stayed in bed this morning,
pulled the covers high
Clouds cast shadows on the day
In Paris, gunshots
pierce fragile frames of loved ones,
grenades toss calamity,
instantaneous fear spreads like Ebola,
dilated pupils stare at the impossible,
uniforms spring out of the darkness
to swarm the streets
intending to imply control
This new era
of terror erupts
anywhere crowds gather.
Are we not meant to socialize any longer?
Yes, I hide
Turn off the T.V. and radio
and huddle in my bubble of silent peace.