The Tornado
Depression and Anxiety Poetic Series
The Tornado
Blinding and Chaotic
Unknown unless you’re caught in its path
Like hot and cold air chasing each other
Opposites that feed each other
They create the tornado that desecrates your home and grinds your environment to a non-identifiable field of ashes
The tornado brings you from place to place
It stirs you up and brings you to do things that are not in your control
A natural phenomenon
A natural demon
Possessed by your own anatomy
About the Creator
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