The Flood

I feel like my life is like a flood that will never stop coming

That there is no way to figure out the end of this flood

For many years my life was like a desert with a long drought

Then finally out of the blue it starts to down pour

Now the storm has started it refuses to end

How can you stop a raging storm that has been held back for years

Pretty soon there won't be a vast land of sand

But a sea of never ending water

I knew that this was coming

Yet I never tried and stop it though

Instead I allow this flood to come

Now that it here it makes me realize that this wasn't for the best

However it was for the worst

So now I am unsure on what to do anymore or not

I watch as the flood comes straight toward me

No point in getting out of the way

When I already know it's going to consume

Everythign in this desert

There is no way you can out run the flood

Yet people say that there is a way for me to stop the flood

For me though I know that there is no escape route for me

Told people that there is no escape route for me

But they do not believe me at all

Now I stand the far West of this desert I am 

Hoping that the floods will come fast

That it will strike furies and without mercy

Yet I do nto know what this flood has in store for me

It's only a matter of seconds before the flood will hit me

I am all ready for what it might bring

Good bye world

Good bye life

Hello death

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

life is too beautiful to be missed. sometimes good imagery of imagery of desperation is good to read to remind the struggle in life as a "whip " to move forward and revive :)

thanks for share Elsie