Fifteen to Nine

It was fifteen to nine

I saw them descending from skies

Thrusting their way down to the ground

Until, their flickering eyes meet mine

It was ten to nine

Behind the wide glass I hid

From what confronts me in front

Perfectly, sheltered in a quiet state of mind

It was almost nine

I remembered how the ground was shaken

How the train passed under

Then, I was still scaling minutes to leave

They were roaring in silent on their places

When I thought I had this enough

And exited the lucidity

And that was fifteen past nine