Tragedy, Au Revoir , My Little Country

Tragedy, Au Revoir , My Little Country long poem

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In winter of 2010,
January 12 at 6:00 in the afternoon-
an earthquake devastated the country
in just six little seconds.
Soon after, a smoke rose from the horizon
covering the whole country,
in every cloud of smoke, I could hear everyone crying,
someone begging for help……
someone dying.
That day I couldn’t do anything -but cry.
The country smelled like burning flesh.
Because so many people died,
for there was no more space to bury them.

The death toll was high–
there was no more space in the cemetery itself.
I could see and feel the future of desperate
human beings looking for life.
Brother abandoned brother, sister abandoned sister,
wives their husbands.
Friends, best friends and neighbors were separated for life
There was no more life in the little country called Haiti.

Moving was the only solution.
like many parents have done,
my mother had given up everything
for us kids.
The day we left, a day I will never forget.
My dad was crying for the first time.
It was sorrowful, but I pretended
it didn’t hurt.
But inside was a fever, a deadly disease
taking over my heart.
Like a river of tears, pouring down into the ocean
I felt like crying.
It felt like someone was cutting me alive
or fire burning through my flesh.
My heart was blind. Darkness took over my soul.

Not knowing what to do,
at the airport we emulated others,
we would follow what they were doing
such as how to check our bags.
In the plane I was distraught and agitated
at the same time.
As I looked down through my window.
watching my darling country disappear
in the big white clouds,
with all the bad feelings I had
I could hear within me, will I ever come back?

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J.rid
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Oh such a sorrowful poem. I wish know- one to have experinced such devastating occurance. Nature at her worst. Your poem brings that to the fore I send hugs to you and yours.

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