As I lay askew

As I lay askew, amidst discarded remnants of the daily grind, life energy draining from mortal wounds, my soul sings. The essence of my time here confounds me. I can only ponder the ‘What ifs?’ in the milliseconds that stretch into milliminutes.
“What is to happen now?” my mind screams.
Silence.
Silence.
What happens in a moment of silence haunts me.
What happens in moments of silence?
Does dew still fall?
Does rain slice through?
Icy blades unsheathed
Daggers of pain?

What happens in moments of silence?
Do your memories
still paintings
Refreshed anew?

What happens in moments of silence?
Do brethren arise
Bows arched, fighting for life
Memories refreshed anew?

Haunting eyes, pierced souls
What happens in moments of silence?
What happens in moments of silence?
What happens in moments of silence?