Floods
Location
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I hear the screams of children,
Their heels coasting along the floor.
I look left,
I look right.
I can’t see what they’re running from,
My vision’s getting blurry.
I try to console myself,
Lifting the soles of my feet.
Walking down the street I see visions of red,
Swelling at my feet.
Lights flashing and scratchy voices surround me.
My lungs no longer fill with air,
But disappointment.
I tried so hard but failed,
Failed to realize you were always proud of me.
I gasp my one last breath,
Think this is the end but it’s only the beginning.
Sensation in my hand,
Liberation in my heart.
I can hear my moms voice,
Her prayers to an absent God.