Its Not Normal Yet
The morning is creeping all over my skin and a distant wind is blowing cold breeze in front of me and reality has come back to haunt me.
“What are you doing here?” a silent voice burst out of the atmosphere, “look at you, no one is taking care of you! You need new clothes; new shoe and nutritious food to build back the strength in your body.”
You are getting thin and the pathologists are preparing the final hymn. “What on earth did they do to you?” “You have got to find a way to get out of there or they will let you die in total despair.”
I watch the day slowly fading and the mountain around me keeps growing; days evolved into months, month is fashioned into year and still I am sitting here and I can hear your manipulative telling me that I am not going anywhere.
The buildings are crumbling around me and I have no friends or family near me, the people around are provocative, they rip the fruits off the trees with their bare hand and the mocking bird on the electric line look steadfast into the sun searching for an answer and the heat gets hotter and raise my temperature.
Three months ago things were getting normal and since those people came into the town, they have turned the universe upside down .What happen to the good people that used to work with me?, you starve them and burn them out then you drive them out of the country but destiny will give you the details about that.
It is not normal yet, the temperature is blazing in my head, and the green branches sags pitifully in the sun. This morning I had a bad feeling in my stomach and I wanted someone to attend to me in the midnight hour so I dial the number but no one answered, just the creepy crawly insect on the other side, sounding the alarm and my stomach kept growling.
Covid has come and gone and have left people sitting and crying on the lawn, they don’t know what to do, my neighbor whole family is dead and the bailiffs has taken away his bed.
It’s not normal yet, some people continue to fret; covid is still on their mind, it has destroyed their business and they don’t have a dime.
You have to examine the interest rate and adjust it before it’s too late, you will know what to do, to bring it down to minus two. You have got to pump money in the bank to keep the dollar strong when you cut the interest rate,
you will land safely on the ground and stabilize the rate.
It is not normal yet!
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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