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.

Hi Jag
Thank you for sharing your stuff with us . This was very moving... I truly felt it.

So sorry for your having to go through Katrina but I am certainly glad you are OK! and with us here at ATS!
I can only imagine your feelings and hardships during this time, and what /how you are still dealing today. Very traumatic I'm sure.....May the Lord be with you and bless.

Thanks again for sharing my new friend.

Thank you both. Of course I'm still in my 20's but the thoughts from that poem was from a distance as I watch the elder's tears cry.

I really appreciate it!