I am a house
Standing peacefully
A flurry of tornadoes
An earthly destruction
Wreckage flying
Wind howling
Rage
Trees uprooted
Cars flying
I remain untouched
My ground but unsettled
No leaf over turned
Silent
An eye for an eye
Forefit from anger
A euphoric paradise
Surrounded
A whirlwind of fears
With no place in my home
The eye passes
Paradise in shambles
Troubles come
I am heavy with burden
Though stone-like
Mounted in place
You will always be safe here
About the Creator
Alanna Kornelsen
Young writer driven to make you feel what I feel through the beauty that is poetry, I hope you enjoy my work!
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