The moon was on leave,
The stars were no more
It was not, but in the mid of the darkest night
It was not rain, but the tears of the sleepless eyes
That washed away the beauty of the beautiful sky
It was, but a night of moonless sky,
A night of starless sky
It was, but a wonderful night of the waterlog eyes
It was a fearful night for the fearless heart,
A breathless night for the breathing heart
A restless night for the resting soul
It was in the middle of the darkest night,
A night of light less sky
Categories:
waterlog, anxiety, betrayal, dark, depression,
Form: ABC
What happend? Is the thought we have brewing
When she hit the beach con strewing
Things around this way and that
Grounded the homes and made them flat.
I lived in Pascagoula at one time
Before this wretch had made her mind
I lost few for I am single and broke
but my companions cry, sniffle, and choke
To think their families are there in pain
while we are out to sea is hard to constrain
Tempers flare and words are flames
Cursing each other and calling names
Once in port the fathers, husbands, fiances flee
To find their lost and broken family
Castles battered or taken by force
waterlog and drowned the family horse
Murder and rape have come after the destruction
Satans weaving his path of corruption.
Save the children is all I hope for
They deserve no part in heaven and hells war
Bodies lay strewn across the land
She had no favor woman or man
My last words hopefully burn your desire
To help the victims of this tragedy inspire!
Categories:
waterlog, natural disasters, death,
Form: I do not know?