Poem: It’s Coming

The sun rises and birds chirp as he wakes up
He rubs the morning out of his eyes, time to get up
He starts his morning routine, take a shower
Brush his teeth, makes sure his appearance is clean
Ready to leave he puts on his shoes
But then he hears a sound dipped in blues
It’s coming Its coming
Confused and amazed he looks around the room
With surprise on his face there is no one else at his place
But a sense of impending doom
His gut starts to twist he feels that something is amiss
But he doesn’t know what it is so he sits
Thinking what it could be
This sense of insanity that’s silently tapping on his shoulder
With every second that passes his soul gets colder
Unaware but knows that time is of the essence
Unable to figure out this unseen presence
Not seeing or finding any clues
But then he hears a whisper dipped in blues
It’s coming its coming
He forgets what he has to do, he goes outside hoping to find a clue
He watches the crowd move about in their usual way
But they too sense that today isn’t a normal day
Tension crowds the air, as most walk with a blank stare
He again is hit with a feeling he can’t compare
The sound of shoes kissing stone
Bicycles screeching to a halt reaches him to the bone
Normalcy is lost, his bravery counts for naught
He is scared, but he doesn’t know for what
Hold up is that salt he tastes in the air, is that the sea I smell … no it must be a Ruse
But then he hears a voice dipped in blues
It’s coming its coming
Shaken to his core he makes his way to the top floor
His anxiety just won’t stop, so he goes onto the rooftop
He opens the door and there is absolutely nothing to see
Nothing but absolute tranquility
Except for the rustling of the trains and the crowds of people going to their job
But then he turns around and every bit of hope is robbed
His sight is filled with danger to everything he holds dear
Stuck in place, unable to move thanks to fear
But then all he could hear was Help HELP HELP
From those who are about to pay their dues
And then he hears a yell dipped in blues
It’s coming its coming
A wave bigger than any man woman or child
The sea has gone berserk its gone wild
He can see it swallow up a store, an apartment a house a statue
If it is up to this wave Japan is through
And as it comes closer he sees what he hoped were lies
This wave is consuming lives
Drowning in water, no one is safe absolute terror now the case
Man woman and child clashing against one another
Death destruction mayhem occurring after one another
The wave crashes against the building he stands on
Tears roll down his cheek, as he tries to remain strong
And yet again he hears a scream dipped in blues
It’s coming its coming
Another wave is about to hit

God closed his eyes for a day
There aren’t enough words that I could say
Massacre, Families lost, Houses destroyed, an apocalypse, something ungodly
Yet the world simply called it a Tsunami
10.000 plus lives lost, in a society deemed wealthy
So the world dismissed it ever so casually
Hypocrisy is a poison humanity probably won’t overcome
And mother earth probably isn’t done
But all we can do is send our thoughts to Japan as they sing this blues
And tell them to keep strong
Vino

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Poem: It’s Coming