Stuck in a flooding zone,
My home is gone,
My clothes are wet,
My books are soaked,
My friends couldn't be reached by phone.
.
I see
A sea
of Water
Around my living quarter.
No place to stay,
No chemicals to spray,
No medicine for treatment,
No mood for entertainment.
.
I feel the isolation
Via the lack of communication.
Am I hopeless?
Am I helpless?
If NOT,
How can I survive on my own?
May I get a loan?
Please don't tell me that I am wrong,
Please pick up the phone
And take initiatives to act upon.
.
Stuck in a flooding zone,
My home is gone,
My clothes are wet,
My books are soaked,
My friends could not be reached by phone.
.
I pray for the misfortune to be gone
2 end this heartbroken song.
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Monday Poetry Potluck W37 Share 1 to 3 poems with Jingle Poetry Potluck, Week 37 Theme: Thunder Storm, Flood, and Water Fury!
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