The Storm


As I lay my head to rest, I try and picture what is next.

Down to our last, money left our possession so fast,

I look in the distance as the power strikes like lightning

Heat and water are in an all-in battle, fighting.

Each element is struggling to do its job.

As I see this world around me, it’s hard not to sob.

We got it bad, but I know others have it worse.

And I’ll appreciate every small blessing until they put me in a hearse.