posted on Jun, 29 2011 @ 12:05 PM
A series of short dark poems I wrote in 2005 after day 7 in the heat and lack of water after Hurricane Katrina.
Thanks for reading!
My pain is real, a dark unrest.
It moves with rage, cold and unjust .
I feel a sting, Lord set me free.
Lift me high, fulfill my dreams.
I maybe through, I maybe done.
I maybe wrong, has this pain won?
Will what I feel, just go away?
Or will it feed another day?
My teeth fall out, my hair turns grey.
My bones get weak, sight gone away.
Am I just weak, too old to seek?
Or is there truth, these words I speak.
I'm falling down, and get back up.
This deficated life, I just threw up.
I once had dreams, I thought I'd see,
I lost it all, lost everything.
There is no end, there is no blame.
Just life and death, and both are pain.