poem

[tigriswolf]

Title: Aftermath
Written: August 28, 2015
Note: I live an hour and a half from New Orleans, and have all my life. The worst thing that happened to me because of Hurricane Katrina was missing a week of school. But even now, if I think about the storm for more than a few minutes, I begin to cry. By the time I got to the last line of this, tears were welling.


The sky is falling
The sky is falling
What do we witnesses do now?
The sky has fallen down
.
I watched it on the news
Thankful it was so far away
I watched it on the news
Breathless and afraid
How could it be like this, here where I live?
How can it be like this-how is this us?
The sky is falling
The sky has fallen down
.
I did not know what to do
What to say, how to write about it
I did not know how to be me
In a world that could be that
The sky was falling
The sky was falling down
And I did not know what to do
I did not know how
.
What could we do?
What could we say that could ever make it right?
How has it been so long?
Some people will not sleep at home tonight
Some people have been gone for so long
Because the sky fell down
The sky has fallen down