left behind with a sense of disaster
trapped in a tub covered up by plaster
sounds of the wind seem to have subsided
a light which would cause one to be blinded
penetrates a hole in the wreckage
this small ray of light gives one the message
that the terrible event is over
a great rush of relief comes over her
crawling from the heap of devastation
now begins the life of reconstruction
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 