I Was The Last One Here

Water splashing on my face like a windowpane,
The clouds dark as they open and down comes the rain.
Green leaves on trees heavy like bricks as water falls,
Loose soil drifting until it comes to rest on cement walls.

Streets flooded as drains clot with passing debris,
Animals shaking uncontrollable from a strong breeze.
Insects holding on for dear life onto fallen twigs,
Rotting fruit decaying as I see apples and some figs.

Shattering glass exploding onto much saturated ground,
Electrical wires smoking as I hear their fearing sound.
Cars stranded and left unattended after getting stuck,
I’m the only person left after this town ran out of luck.

My vision is getting blurry as my body knows it’s time,
The taste in my mouth is now sour like that of a lime.
This homeless man had nowhere to run or anybody to see,
I hope they find my last scribbled words and know that is was me.

Oscar Elizondo
Copyright ©2008 OscarElizondo

I Was The Last One Here

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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A homeless lonely man, caught in a storm and nowhere to run.

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