Twisters

Wild winds brushing against my face,
Tearing and pulling the anguish inside.

Extended feelings torn from my body
And spreading like leaves
In late autumn days.

Storm of the soul mimiqued by nature
I look inside to see the torment,
I look outside and see the scars
As silver cracks in the nights sky

Tornadoes of fear swirling through madness…
Destroying all structures,
Leaving my mind a barren land.

Was born of the sea, raised by the sky
A simple, scrambled puzzle, in the cracks of time…