Hurricanes
and days of rain
create floods
which deluge a city
turn it upside down
swept away are houses and cars
roofs and walls
all that people own
leaving them with nothing
pain and anguish is all that's left
yet worse than the loss of their physical possessions
is the loss of their personal things
family photos, heirlooms, keepsakes
all the treasures of a lifetime.
When these are gone there is nothing to hold on to
stripped of their selves
people become empty shells
sounds without an echo
only emptiness is left within their broken hearts
such is the hell of hurricanes
lives are ruined with the loss of little treasures
pieces of a lifetime that can never be replaced
therein lies the tragedy, like the loss of a child
one cannot replace a memory
yet off in the distance is the timid sun
trying to come out
and onto this the people cling
underneath the tears of human suffering
lies always that faint glimmer
of the human soul
that eternal flame called hope.
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