Wild it turns on weak limbs severed

Wild it turns on weak limbs severed

Rumbling in on dark cloud carpets 

Like a volcano on a sunny day erupting

How it drives us indoors cowering

How the end of the world is coming

Keeps us from sleeping

When will it end?

Windy tears of rain penetrate our spirit

Splash against the window in our mind

All the action on the map turn back

With debris blocking the road to safety

Power outage, thoughts stand still

Abandon hope of waking up

How will it become?

April 19, 2023