Uneasy Shadows Part 3 — The Horror of Helplessness

As I try to make sense of this situation, my thoughts turn to the news.

The news would say if anything had happened. Although, I know nothing did happen. It was all a dream.

Or was it? I think to myself as my heart does laps in my chest. I try to remain calm.

The TV turns on and floats to the news. I know everything is alright. I have to believe it was just a dream. I am not a killer.

As I stare at the TV, my blood freezes into a river of fear. I start to tremble. I want to scream, run, cry.

The house, the one in my dream, is on the TV. There are bodies. Five. I don't know what to do.

Help!"

Hello Dear Reader, I hope you take time to love this series of poems. If you have not I urge you to read part 1 and 2 of Uneasy Shadows. I hope these prose poems give you inspiration. Thank you for taking the time to read them.