The ever swelling sea
Is a discomfort blanket sloshing
Whispers woe by telling me,
“Innocent bodies will need washing.”
The rain clouds dark and dusky
Frown upon each town and city
With a thunderous tone so husky
Pitter patter has turned to pity.
Breaking banks without a penny
Snaking slalom; this rising river
Floods the hearts and souls of many
Destructive venom is delivered.
Questions for those with plenty…
Your thirst is quenched –
What remains?
A glass half full?
Or just empty?
As loss asphyxiates the gains.
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