This poem begins with a woman
screaming for help as the flood
sweeps her away
Her screams silently dies out
leaving echo of her voice behind
Let's talk about the first stanza of this poem
Every word is a collective emotions
Every line is a tear dripping off someone's face
The whole stanza is a journey drifting away from normalcy
The wind keeps blowing in my face
I have a migraine but fvck it
Let's talk about the many ways we die
Let's talk about your sister
who went to find shelter under a canopy in the filling station
only to end up in sand and ashes
The fire caught your brothers tail
He lies turgid in the mud
He's now a smoked fish
The woman beside him had her
face in flames
she didn't die but trauma just married her
Talk of things water and fire could do and your head will burn
Make a sketch from the above stanza
That is also an art.
Let's talk about the car that skidded off the road only to find comfort in a gutter
Your father was behind the wheel
He had to break his windscreen to escape death
But death lives in the gutter
Your mothers car crushed into a tree and sparked flames everywhere
We will talk about her bruises, burns, people who didn't know how to say no to death and her trauma
when she comes out of the coma
Let's talk about your lost
You went out with your sister
The rains are soft winds that gets you wet
But it became a nightmare when you couldn't find your feet
You lost grip of your sisters hand
You forgot how to breathe
Your eyes lost it strength to see
Till you came out of the water
To see your sister is no where to be found
No! The flood has not taken her
You wait for her to come out
You start shaking violently like a war just started in your chest
Others join in search for her
No she can't die, she just can't
But she's trapped under a car in the flood and doesn't know how to breathe anymore
Your world become a mixture of sea water and sand...
Let's change topic
my heart is heavy and eyes soo wet
This migraine is combustible
Let's talk about Aku Shika
She who couldn't save her seven month baby from the flood
She couldn't even save herself
Picture this;
Her body came up with her hands in the air saying "help us, don't watch us die Dear God" with her baby's eyes fixed on her saying
"mother hold me this place is too cold"
Imagine a fifteen year old boy
Coming home to meet this
Imagine the torture behind his screams
Imagine the many times his heart forgot to beat
Imagine how he's dead inside now
Imagine....
This poem has no end
Let's continue it some other day
Kodwo