In These Devastating Winds,
No One Knows.
All Tend To Leave
As these Winds blow.
But Little Did they Know,
Theres Was that boy
Thirteen Years Old Holding A “Sharp-Toy.”
He’s Crying In and Out,
Muttering Under His Breathe.
Pondering On His Thoughts
“Just Do It” He said.
He’s Thought Of This Since He Was Nine Years Old.
Longing To See His Mother As She Was Before Her Body Turned Cold
He Holds Up The “Toy” As He Says Goodbye.
Then His Little Siblings Were Vivdly Portrayed In His Mind.
He Threw Down The Blade,
As He Began To Cry.
Fell To His Knees And Prayed,
Asking God “Why! God, Why!”
It All sprialed Out Of Control,
But God Answered In The End.
He Learned He Needed To Stay With His Syblings,
And Help Them With Their Own Decastating Winds