Restless
This is a tide coming into the beach
Only we all know in the next six hours
It will down us out as Tsunamis do.
Every little piece of home we ever clung to
Wiped out to start anew.
Ever hard earned accomplishment
Drowned like sinners against saints/
This is everything insidde bursting open
Send lungs gushing out
Blood streaming through the halls
Life thrown against the wall
Screaming to start all over again.
This is begging for mercy
Shaking the cage.
Rattling the lock
Hoping it will open again.
This is cannot breath in my own body again.
This poem is about:
Me