The sky turned sick, a bruised and angry stain,
As torrents fell of unrelenting rain.
The world dissolved to wind and frantic sound,
A fearful force that ripped the very ground.

My walls groaned loud and then began to split,
The roof surrendered, broken bit by bit.
I clung to wood as timbers came undone,
A fragile fight beneath a blinded sun.

The ocean surged to meet the screaming sky,
And I, a speck, could only hope to fly.
I fought the waves that sought to pull me down,
A final battle for a watery crown.

Then silence fell, a sudden, shocking grace,
Upon a broken and a ravaged place.
The water calmed, the roaring wind was low,
To show a world where nothing was I know.

I cried for voices in the muted air,
My pleas for family went unheard out there.
No call returned, no single, final sound,
Just empty quiet on the flooded ground.

A hollow chest where sorrow took its stand,
The last survivor in a broken land.
The living breathed, but only I was left,
My very soul of every joy bereft.

No gentle hand to help me rise again,
No solace offered in this world of pain.
I had to stand, though fractured, bruised, and weak,
And face the silence when I wished to speak.

A single life for all that was now gone,
I carried ghosts to greet the coming dawn.
A monument to all the love I knew,
I am the one to see their memory through.