(The relentlessness of life's tragedies)
I knew it was coming
There was warning
We were told the clouds were coming
We stocked up
I loaded up the bunker and went for a stroll
The last one clawed its way through
with red eye malice
Talons shredding and shrieking
Oh yes, we heard it coming
But it was darker and meaner
No glimmer of mercy as it thrashed from side to side
Shattering the fragile colours
the textures, scents, joys
And the lies too
facades, stuff
All of it
Slowmo tornado
Why do I stay in this land - this tornado belt?
Why do I go back out to look at the devastation?
Why do I rebuild and replant?
Knowing...
Slowly it reaches you
Feet paralysed, staring into wind -
There it is - that feeling,
weightless, spinning,
slowly spinning
Watching as the flowers are pulled from the ground
flailing in the wind with a life of their own
On
it goes, and on, in unstoppable slow motion
Until it drops its load
and I'm left lying in debris, again
No happy ending, no escape
But in the end, its gentle,
In the wind is the peace
Not one broken bone!
Just exhaustion
rest
sleep
new day
sunshine
Until it drops its load
and I'm left lying in debris, again
No happy ending, no escape
But in the end, its gentle,
In the wind is the peace
Not one broken bone!
Just exhaustion
rest
sleep
new day
sunshine
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