Are you ready for me,
because here I come?
Soon everywhere I will be.
There is nowhere you can run.
Higher and higher I rise,
drowning all in my path.
So, if you are wise,
you’ll avoid my wrath.
When I come rushing into your room,
you should run in fear.
How many people meet their doom?
How many do I kill each year?
If in your attic you have hid,
trying to escape me.
Will your life be what you give?
There is nowhere you can flee.
Will you need a boat,
as with me you fight?
On what fragile thing will you float,
as you try and save your life?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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