Constant Speculation Poem by Jayne Doe

Waiting for the outcome of a falling sky that seemed to stand still as the ground beneath shook and threatened to steal that which was grasped with white knuckles and a prayer no longer silent as it was shouted to the world in a desperate sort of fashion of those who have nothing more they can do but wait and see what cards are being dealt to them this time around.

The world blurred and faded, except for that one moment which stood out amplified beyond measure, as its outcome remained suspended in time that refused to pass despite the steady rise and fall of a somewhat dampened sun that started to cry.

Burning drops began to fall on a numbed ground that felt nothing but a change and the inability to understand why things came to be the way that they are without warning or a fair chance at fighting the inevitable future of a past circumstance that is bound to be ever present from here on out.

Nothing remains untainted as a brush of uncertainty strokes that which was thought to be known, causing whatever was left to crumble into a pile of unanswered questions that will never be asked but through the broken steps of those who walk with an unsteady gait around that which they used to be a part of as they begin to wonder if a falling sky and crying sun can ever be explained.