It Forms

Tornado of sins and regret following you wherever you go. No way to escape it’s burning hands ready to pull you in at any moment. Debris swirling all around, it’s roars scream and taunt. No place to hide, no protection. No escaping the horrors lurking inside. Sickness and plague spreading within a silent killer with no mercy Greed and lies roam free inside. Aimed to strike and devour a target is in sight. No turning back now. Trees and plants soar upward like a bird Never to be seen again. So close, you can feel it. A sharp pain pierces your chest As you fly into the belly of the beast. The sun does not shine, Stars have no light. Guardian angels can’t help now. The tornado, forever forming. But I have too much to declare.