fear again

When you hear the voice it does not stop and nor can you,

frail droning weakens in the wind, quick turn behind you.

Pace endlessly, then end. There is nothing left to do.

Look up in horror as the airplanes fly too close.

Is this, again, again, how it all stops?

© 2018 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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