Hanging on to the rooftop of my house as it floats down the angry river
The screeching wind howls constantly between my ears
Bodies of my friends, neighbors and loved ones pass me by
I’m chilled to the bone as my clothes are soaked to my skin
My belly rumbles from days of hunger
My eyes are swollen from the tears that won’t stop flowing
I feel enraged with piercing grief
While grateful for my so called life
I crave sleep but fear I will lose my grip and be swallowed up by the river
Sleep will only bring dreams of the many lost to the storm
I can only pray now that god will have mercy on me
And all those who remain
Oh how I wish my life was a bad dream
I Wish My Life Was A Dream©
Copyright 2017
By Felina Silver Robinson