​In the ensuing moments, 

Of the initial blast,

The shocks – 

Cause my world, 

To tremble. 

As black dust falls, 

Like torrential rain, 

Coating the situation, 

In a relentless rubble. 

What is left is this – 

And only this;

A wild unfleeting feeling, 

You are my shelter – 

During the fallout. 

Kevin Brown © 20.07.2016