For the past five miserable nights
I have been without electricity
My eyes and senses have become
acute and well adjusted to the dark
I have had to hunt for food
like a wild and edacious animal
and thirst for water
as there was not a bite to eat
or a potable dropp to drink
in what remains of my
once beautiful and healthy home
Broken glass now sticks in my feet
as I pace the kitchen floor
The stench of spoiled condiments
lingers in the air while
crazed neighbors feed the dogs
Splintered tree limbs scrape
like chalk on the blackboard of my soul
My brain is fully saturated
by relentless wind and drenching rain
My blood changes types and color
from the tenebrous and horror filled twilight
of my storm filled life
A+ positive and blue to O- negative and red
I howl like a wolf.....
alone yet not afraid of the dark____
I have no clue what this was about? ? ? ? talk about things that are going on in todays world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tanith Lee would be proud of you! And Jack Nicholson. Lon Chaney...the whole group...come to howl their respects, welcome you into the pack. Alpha or subordinate? Superb rendition of reality, images of the storm, teaching those who read this, what the small and large nightmares are...to deal with and go on from there! Good and Best! xxElysabeth