No time

There was
no time, to be honest.
No time process
or grieve
or find a start
to picking up the pieces.
I slipped and fell
in every direction
and almost everyone around
was falling too.
And I could hold
no fellow man
no fellow soul
as they were drowning
for my hands grew hollow
and the spine and heart turned to lead
and as the world itself
is poisoning its children
I have no energy
to lie
or feel.