People ask where God is when these things happen.
The answer is within us waiting on our freedom of will.
Darkness is opportunity for live to shine.
What will you choose to do?
They said it was
coming,
The indescribable
dark,
A howling tempest,
To leave its mark,
The monster expected,
But what would it be?
Are we do fight it,
Or do we just flee?
The island of beauty,
With water
surrounded,
The seas have been
rising,
Our souls are
impounded,
A prison of water,
To come in the night,
It is the unseen,
Which causes great
fright.
The last people left,
We were left behind,
Our families to
safety,
We seek what to find,
Strong ropes to bind
us,
To swaying palm
trees,
The tide come to take
us,
Is well past our
knees.
The shelters are
shattered,
By force of the wind,
Men tied to the
trees,
Holding fast till the
end,
Sand sparking in the
gale,
As the winds build up
higher,
The air lighting all
around us,
Has become electric
fire.
Now the water builds
up,
Covering the mainland
shore,
Not one thing
appearing,
Appears as before,
On the street below
us,
A homeless man roams,
But the wave tops fly
inland,
Turning the air into
foam.
In a place past the
eye wall,
Some rush out to
repair,
The silence smothering,
The birds of the air.
Wind returning full
force,
Blindsiding from the
wall,
And with debris
taking flight,
My comrade’s life
falls.
In the wake of
afterwards,
People walk like in a
dream,
Too tired to cry,
Too worn out to
scream.
Water logged walls,
Left by roofless
homes,
Not knowing where to
begin,
For help they do
roam.
