Sometimes the whispers of the night
Are drowned out by the wailing of disaster
Hear the dolorous screams and smell the fright
Catch the story from the newscaster
All was lost aflamed
Lighting up the horizon
The devil left maimed
And a mother crying
An imbroglio of water and fire
Never seemed to placate
Home to only a smokey pyre
Left to vacate
A new sojourn
Hotel to hospital
A new adjourn
To suffer or a sacrificial angel
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
Sometimes the whispers of the night
Are drowned out by the wailing of disaster
Hear the dolorous screams and smell the fright
Catch the story from the newscaster
All was lost aflamed
Lighting up the horizon
The devil left maimed
And a mother crying
An imbroglio of water and fire
Never seemed to placate
Home to only a smokey pyre
Left to vacate
A new sojourn
Hotel to hospital
A new adjourn
To suffer or a sacrificial angel
Request permission to use this poem