Crisis of the Absurd

Muffled voices in the distance,
Impassioned but incoherent,
Shake me from my sleep
Or so I think.

Rolling fog of night or sleep
Distorts my view.

Damp air pricks my skin
And droplets converge
Soaking beneath my clothes bone deep.

My bare feet lead the way,
Which I do not know.

Uneasiness pulses through my veins
As I round the corner of a familiar street,
Though it does not look the same as I recall.

The sacred cow comes into view
Amidst a pile of rubble where it makes its meal
On filth and despair.

Its sad eyes concede.

I am asleep as I lay at its feet,
Awake but asleep as I forsake it.

Cow from a moving taxi bound for Lal Bahadur Shastri International Airport Varanasi Uttar Pradesh, India

– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #74. Word and Photo prompts. Word was “absurd.” Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.

Author: LearaWrites

I am a stay-at-home mama, a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

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