Whirlwind

In darkness, I live
In darkness, I feed
upon death and ugliness
I swallow the burden
Shatter the walls
Chop the sickly trees
Unearth the sadness
Allow yourself
to see and hear
You caused your blind,
deaf state of affairs
Whirlwind of displeasure
Disguise it sure
but you cannot extinguish it
Better to let it pick you up
In finding yourself
you find the truth
Truth can hurt
When you’ve found yourself
you may dislike the ugliness within
No matter how you
distort
it will not leave.
Deal.

Copyright © Raeanne G. Roy, 2016. All rights reserved.