Mud splashes against my face
A whirling spinning tower of wind cuts through the field
Slicing through barns and houses
As if they were a knife through butter
The tower of wind is hectic and dangerous
But I feel as if I am in the heat of battle
My head filled with a whirlpool of emotions and thoughts
Around you there is no calm
There is only chaos
Cries of despair hopelessness, and worry
Pierce the night, filling the sky with their song
There is no we will make it out
No silver lining
More like a nightmare than real life
It's hard to focus on one thing
Words thoughts emotions jumble and mix together
For there are thousands of things happening
If you don't hold on, your mind can break
You can give up, and that is the true disaster
Of course before the disaster there is the calm
These small sections or times when everything is quiet
Or a spot, a safe haven amidst the raging swirling storm
Its facinanating, because it resembles life
Things can be perfect, but even if they are great
Disaster can still strike
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