Floods and Graves
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And when the rain pours down
and fills the pothole on the
so will my tears fill the
void in my heart.
It can't rain for days. It shouldn't.
I am scared of water;
I don't know how to swim.
And floods are
synonymous with destruction.
But nature has plotted
against me this time.
And so like a directionless log,
I am flowing with the water.
the torrential Adam's ale is
tearing down the house we built.
our Christmas tree that we had planned to
put up till the chilling days of February is
the television set has malfunctioned,
it only plays the old shows I had recorded,
this is just because water and electricity don't
go well together, right?
the warm blankets that smelled of
you and me
are now just a drenched weight on
Pails, pumps, and vacuum will
make the asphalt road new again
but there is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed
by band-aids or poetry or
band aids as wide as the road.
I still don't know how to swim;
I am still afraid to drown.