Another Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The last poem I wrote during the aftermath of Hurricane Ophelia. I genuinely was on the verge of.....what?

Submitted: October 21, 2017

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Another Day

 

Another day breaks, no water, no power,

totally helpless, my urge is to cower.

Nature, it seems, wants to show me the finger;

it’s too wet outside for me to just linger.

The rain, it is matched by the fall of my tears,

in frustration I’m buried, right up to my ears.

Everything’s falling apart at the seams

with all being taken from electronic dreams.

I’m writing and writing, but here is the deal;

I can’t see the words so I don’t know what’s real.

Think before drinking for water, it’s scarce,

no light from sunshine – I don’t know what’s worse.

There’s talk of another storm heading our way,

if that is the truth then I’m so not okay.

I’m staying together, but fastened with cotton;

another one hits and those binds will go rotten.

Every day is a struggle, a fight to get through,

the stakes have been upped – what in hell can I do?

It’s futile, it’s lonely, it’s days without end;

there’s really not further for me to descend.


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