One day this will no longer be my home
A man stripped of responsibility and left to roam
No one to help, no act or deed to own
Once surrounded, a soul now cast out and alone.
No place to be, no bells to answer, no sirens to hear, the deafening silence will now become my greatest fear.
Airborne and blood borne pathogens
The sounds of a mother sobbing
Or a father distressed
The fearful look upon a rape victim
Or the anger of an out of control drunk, drug overdose
The smell of burnt flesh searing my brain
Or the look of a downed co-worker
No, none of that. It becomes the sound of these years slipping away, and with it the silence that will envelope me as I fade into black.thor
They Call Me Betty