Aftermath71 Poetry (2)

The wind, comes in the night to bring mass death, the sound sirens silenced in a flash of destuction, sleepy, dreaming in my bed, safe in my home, realizing life is not writen in a tomb, the raging storm, black like the deep,blasting through town killing people in there sleep,I run out side not even dressed the sound now is smoke detecters and people in destress,looking around i see nothing familiar, I must act, must try, theres a 11 yr old on my lawn about to die, get her in the car,but were not leaveing,theres no road,how to stop the bleeding, what someone there? yes someone in there underwear, all around now people lost and dead, wandering in the street, NO the 11 yr olds dieing, bleeding gasping i just start crying, " Stay with me please hold on"but i realize this act is done, Sun , lite, destuction all around, words cant express the suffering that abounds, life changeing , altering the mind, joplin is gone tonight, I hope you like my ryme.( Real experience of my brother here in joplin) .

Insane to do the samething over and over, expecting a different result , We try to change it up while liers get results. The idea of love as a sweeping midsummers dream, Flys in face of logic for our choices make us bleed . Do you know what its like to lose the "one" to lust, while lies sweep about, turning what might be left into dust. It feels like the hart will burst through your chest, while male companions say give it a rest. Eventhough most have tasted love lost, every single one us pay a different cost. money friends and family are left to the past, so we go look for love again, hopeing this time it lasts. The truth is much deeper and the pain seems to linger stairing into space its the choice to love thats deeper. Dont give up be honest to yourself and hopefully we wont let out choices hurt anyone else.