After The Disaster Poem by Dr Ian Inkster

After the disaster, when they have all gone home.
After the disaster, when you are left alone.
There was no -one to talk to, no-one on the phone
Was no one to help you, when you were cold as stone.

After the Disaster, nothing good could grow
After the Disaster, your back felt like a bow
Time did nothing for you, passions did not Heal
No God came to wash your soul, Nothing was revealed.

The triteness of those godly ones, the tiredness of yr life
nothing good could come to you, your heartcut by a knife
By your side, no flowers bloomed
Your mind is gone, your body doomed
Your legs won't work, no place to go
No smiles no jokes, can stem the flow.

After the disaster, when you were left forlorn.
After the disaster, when all your dreams were torn.
Folk came around to help you, but could not meet your eye
They had to leave you sometime, when you could sleep and cry.