The Flood
Water’s rushing in
It has consumed all
All that I had
All that I remembered
All that I had known
It is gone
It consumed all
It isn’t safe anymore
To walk where I belong
Home
I couldn’t see the good anymore
It felt as if I were poor as poor
Life just seemed like one big chore
The flood drowned me
It hurt my core
I didn’t know what to do
Where to go
Why to continue
It’s all gone anyways
I lost my grip
Almost my friends too
Is this the real world?
This unforgiving storm
Of relentless terror
Bashing through my windows
Breaking down my doors
And if that wasn’t enough
It tore up my floors
I didn’t want to let it in
The darkness from the flood
But its strength, more powerful than mine
Turned my normal gleam to a pitiful whine
I couldn’t find shelter from the storm
My heart was torn
My body, worn
Then like a gift from God above
My church helped rebuild what I once loved
My house, my home, now back in one piece
Soon I might have my mental release
Hopefully then, this pain will cease
But for now, I am satisfied
For I have found shelter from the storm
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