A LIVING HELL: SICHUAN'S HARSH REALITY

I woke up this morning,
         On a cot that was not my own.
I woke up this morning,
         Feeling like something was wrong.

I tried to turn to look at the time,
         But a hand kept me in place.
I heard a voice say I will be fine,
         But I could not see her face.

Something heavy lay on my head.
         I reached up to push it away.
Someone told me not to fret.
         I panicked, and wet my bed.

She slowly freed me of my burden,
         And lead me back into the light.
She slowly removed my curtain,
         Released me from my night.

Confused I wondered where I was,
         'Why' the even bigger question.
Confused I wondered how to get to class,
         And why the lady would not answer.

I pushed up with all my might,
         Yet my body did not budge.
I pushed hard to sit upright,
         Yet my arms failed to move it.

A doctor came in to have a word,
         And crashed life as I knew it.
I will not be late for school today,
         But I will gladly trade someone who is.

Turns out my school no longer exists.
         In fact, it has taken my arms with it.
My life, my love, my hopes and dreams,
         All shattered in a matter of minutes.

I cry, I scream, I roar and bellow,
         But nothing can change my fate.
I am lucky to be alive, they say,
         But a part of me wishes they were too late.


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