Floods

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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.

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