I was awakened this morning, moved by a spirelumina who wanted others to hear and feel his life. Feel free to share this writing with the rest of the world.

Who Am I?

by RJ SENEY

I am cold, I am shivering, where is warmth?
I hold steel and wood, pulling heat from my hands.
I am abandoned, was a husband, was a dad.
Where is my wife, where is my daughter?
Air is smoke, stinging nostrils.
I sight down steel looking for Z.
I hear crying, who is there?
My bed is concrete, can’t find comfort.
My friend sleeps soundly without air, without sound.
He lies in red, distorted form.
Where is he now, has he gone?
My tool was a pail, now with urine.
My body shivers, cannot stop.
Is my daughter hungry, does she cry?
My work is gone, for how long?
It lies in shards, cutting hands.
Ground shakes, ceiling is rain.
Where is my wife, where is my daughter?
I hear a noise, who is there?
I sight down steel looking for Z.
Squeeze the steel, who is gone?
I am cold, I am shivering, where is warmth?
Sounds and sounds, where are they?
Sounds and sounds who are they?
Run to hide, run to see.
I sight down steel looking for Z.
I have warmth, I have heat.
I have flames burning my feet.
Is my wife crying, is my wife hungry?
Loud sounds shake, ringing ears.
My chest aches, on my concrete bed.
I lie in red, crumpled form.
My wife cries, my daughter too scared.
Who am I?
Does anyone care?
I was a husband, I was a dad.
I washed windows in Ukraine.