Black no moon night
Glowing green
No noise to be heard
Gliding overheard
Cowering away
Looking to hide
Blinding white light
Lying on a cold metallic table
Grey faces without features
Stretched out on dewy grass
Two hours missing
Rubbing a lump on my neck
Headaches and rashes
Humming in my ears
Flashes of metallic memories.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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