Flood Stories

some of us write,not with ink,even keyboards have no place,in our writing.we write with our tearsblooded tears,tears given birth to by pain,fathered by our sorrow,and created by our suffering.tears that leaves other tears crying.all the waters in the worldcannot stand by our tearsfor our tears will overcome them.our tears that can flood the worldand drown us all.

The clouds have dispensed its heavy pour Water is filling up the dining room Feeling soaked knee high from the wooden floor With the thunder sounding its deafening boom. I witness my photographs wash away Memories consumed by nature's aggressive wrath Losing the album from my wedding day As ink runs into the rain created bath. I foolishly open the kitchen windows Crashing my way to the top floor after my stupidity Now for...