I'm scared.
I'm scared of what could happen,
if I don't react in time.
I'm scared that this Sunday could be the end,
or maybe nothing will happen at all.
I'm scared of what we don't expect,
mother nature has her bad day's.
I'm scared for my family and children,
what if they get hurt, or worse.
Maybe I'm just overboard on this,
But maybe I won't ever right another poem.
This is not a poem but my thoughts and news about my life,
we are expected a hurricane.
We've never had something this big hit our part of the world,
I'm nervous and everyone's just passing it by like a tiny rain storm.
My family think's I'm out of line, preparing so much,
but what if I"m right? Hurricane Bill is set to hit my small province Sunday night, we'll see what happens.
By the by I'm the person in all my poems , life is the best story.
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