Twister: A Poem
I am living in a tornado.
Constant thoughts are circling me
Even lying in bed the tornado stays.
I just want to go to a bunker and hide from the tornado.
I cannot escape it.
I cannot run from it.
The times I feel that I have finally escaped
The tornado pulls me back in screaming.
I am sorry for how I am.
I am in a constant state of fear,
Fear of sucking you too into my tornado
How can you escape a tornado?
Stay away from it.