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Author: Carroll Scherber
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: June 17, 2015
Revised: May 11, 2016
Revised: May 11, 2016
This memoir has some revisions in Paragraphs 1, 8, 9, 10 and 16.
My depression cyclones. The cyclone has touched ground. The ground is hard. The sand and gravel covers our earth flies in turmoil. The sand and gravel carries the weight of my emotions. The impact of the sand is scattered remains about our home.
My depression cyclones. The cyclone has touched ground. The ground is hard. The sand and gravel covers our earth flies in turmoil. The sand and gravel carries the weight of my emotions. The impact of the sand is scattered remains about our home.
My home is covered with sand as my emotions are scattered
amongst my home! My home! My home is hurt by the turmoil it carries.
Is the cyclone within my home? Have I seen its iris?
My home is being swept away as the emotion fly. Fly!
Fly! Fly! The emotions are flying! Where the land is dependent upon the earth, which is not struck by gravel.
The cyclone turns!
The cyclone turn! The cyclone
turns the turmoil, which hasn’t settled upon the earth. My house is about to fly!
The winds are ever increasing. Winding and twisting! Oh, my!
Where the sky falls is dependent on the horizon.
The sun is not seen.
The moon has been clouded.
The sky is falling!
The sky is falling! My house is
flying! My house is lifting! The emotions wind within my bleeding
heart. For the river of red which
carries the cells to a pounding rhythm as the gravel beats against the house.
Pound, Pound! Pound, Pound! The gravel goes.
The sand which creates soot beads against the home. I hear the flesh of the home tearing as the
sand and gravel peel the layers away from the home. Our home is covered by the protective layers
we use to build our home. The flesh
peels and tears. The wood is beaten. Pound!
Pound! Pound! Pound!
The house begins to shake!
The house begins to shake! The
house begins to roar against the tattered wood.
The roaring winds gust through the home.
Moving objects!
Moving objects! Moving
objects! I can’t get it to stop!
The wind takes the doors and windows! The wind takes the doors and windows! The window closes shut as the door jams
open! Blowing! Blowing!
Blowing! The wind is
blowing! Make it stop!
Barricade the doors and windows! Shelter yourselves from the storm! The storm is brewing!
Dang it! Turn off the
coffee and shelter yourself from the storm!
The storm takes the objects!
The storm takes the objects. The
objects are taken by my storm. The storm
doesn’t quiet. The storm wages on!
