The Flood Poem by Faith Wood

You're a gift from God,
As mighty as the sea.
The waves circling,
But I'm steady

I'm the hand that feeds,
The one you beg to bite
I'm inches away,
It's your sacrificial right

But it's all out of order,
You're counting 'Three, one, two.'
It's watching the sun collapse-
Nothing new.

Misguided and unforgiving,
Your voice is like the rain
The only sounds keeping me at bay
Are the ones so plain

And we were friends at the water's edge,
But I'm the flood.
As the tide rushes in,
Your words flow out as mud.