Semi Survivors

Semi-Survivors In the aftermath. The light of normality, life goes on, or so it is said. But what of the semi-survivors? Those traumatised? Those damaged? Not outwardly, but damaged all the same. No longer seeing the world as we do, but with eyes that now filter, and analyse every pixel of reflected light. Eyes that see the dark figures, the bogeymen, the fleeing crowds. Ears that strain, for the voices, for the blast, and worst of all...............The silence. Who lives? in the aftermath. In the aftermath, the currency is fear, the semi-survivors collect their daily wage, with bonuses paid in the hours of darkness. In the aftermath. In the aftermath. Semi survivors of political chess, Sacrificed pawns of virtual combat, played out vicariously by leaders. Immune to the aftermath. In the aftermath. Tears are cried, semi –survivors, shed saline drops of guilt, In fear and hatred. In the aftermath. In the aftermath, Minds are broken, there is rage, there is death, but not for the semi-survivors. In the aftermath there is only repetition and replays, The feature presentation played again and again and again and again and again and again. In the Aftermath.