Not What I Expected

Not a word was spoken

Only the dim click of

Billiard balls could be heard

Smoke weaved its way

Through the dimensions of light

While outside flecks of snow

Began to gather on the windowsill

I looked around me and

Wondered at the slow-motion

Masks of the friends I now could not know

Not how I had imagined it

would be when the bomb fell………

…..And the fire crackled on

The open hearth.

By: Wanda Stafford

This was written for two reasons…

I twas about the end of the world if there was a

Nuclear war.

the other reason was my final sudden death

By suicide.