It Looked At Me
I stood in my doorway on a day
Nothing special, nothing the same
A crack, a flash
It created a grey war above
And dampened the ground
Around
My vulnerable figure
The feelings were forming
In the pit of my stomach
I try to fight them
Where did they come from?
I asked over
And over
I looked up at the waging war
The culprit at hand
And it looked at me too