The twister

I’m stuck inside that twister again. It sucks me up with its violent wind. Rips me from my hiding place. Hits me with its flying waste. Destroys the home- I used to know. Devastated by its powerful blow. It tears apart- piece by piece. Then leaves you shattered in the streets. It picks you up and makes you spin. It’s spits you out, your chewed up skin. Cold and trembling, all alone. Lost everything you’ve ever known. Your life like debris-the litter of your past. Precious memories now pieces of trash. Was once beauty- now only demise. Ruined the garden you grew before your eyes. It was so fragile- now you see. It was never meant to be. Forever - it was never meant to grow. Dying inside this world you know. A tornado of passion- tornado of pain. A tornado that tore down the town that you blame. A tornado that took away- what you couldn’t hold. Ripped from your grip while you grow old. Still wanting to change that fateful day. Chasing after the skies of grey. Lurking in the darkness, hoping to find. The tornado that left nothing behind. A field of empty memories. When you remember there used to be trees. Days you treasured -got swept away. Days never seen again. People lost- remember when? People you knew who used to be your friend. Love that got got buried beneath your feet. Hatred uncovered by stagnant heat. Hope like dust that settles then drifts away. Nothing remaining - layers left to decay. The world is a wicked place. A whirlwind that makes no mistakes. It intends to make sure that you feel. The reality you wish that wasn’t real. The misery you live to know. The happiness you have no choice to let go. The good the bad - the greedy-the poor. Consequences we all have to endure. It will make you pay for that place you hide. Because without it you have no chance to survive. We exist so we can be wiped away. No remnants of yesterday. The tornado cleans up the disease. Sanitizes society. No evidence is left behind. No one will know how hard we tried. To live despite- death we obey. Dying inside everyday. The light we lit in our hearts - will fuel the fire as we fall apart. We will always feel the burn- the warmth inside the storm. The sadness you wish washed away. Drowning instead at the the bottom of the bay. The wind can’t take the ocean breeze. The waves can’t hide beneath the sea. The world can’t change the entire globe. The tornado can’t spin without the blow. The emptiness can’t fill the space inside - that is never going to feel alive.