We bury our heads and hide as our hearts are filled with fear.
The water is angry and fast as it rushes near.
I ask what did I do to deserve this torment and despair as she ravishes my home and those that are near.
The liquid is cold as it prepares me for the battle I can never win.
Numbness takes hold as the droplets dance like diamonds on my skin.
Mother Nature will show no mercy as I sink into a darkness filled with terror and regret.
She pulls me from the abyss and shakes her head telling me not to fret.
She reminds me of things that I have yet to see.
Then sets me free for another life that is yet to be.
Written by A.A. Smith
I am currently drafting my second novel. I am going to title it, “The Disappearance of Tommy Hill.” The novel is about a handicapped man that disappears and reincarnates himself in the body of a young girl in an effort to solve his own disappearance.