We came back to thank god
all is ok
but the stench of humid decay
and fallen trees
rises like a bubbling swamp
and nighttime loneliness
pricks mockingly at the heart
Flood waters and sink holes
rip and drown requisite dreams meant for peaceful sleep
Blinding sunlight falling with the spit of rain
I want to sleep next to the open window again
A disconnect with those who stayed
and those who love but far away
a rash urge to flee again
or chop off all the hair
and wish it to grow back times ten
You are not sad
and I hope you never have to contend
I’ll take it all and bear through it as I wish September to end.
Busted Flip Flops 
glad u made it home ok
Wake me up, when September ends. 🎼
Really dig this one. It’s raw.
For many reasons this has been am angry, sad month. I don’t usually wish for time to fly, but this month has got to end.