The Night of the Twister!
Just posted this and just recorded the audio version (link below) Hope you like it
The clouds above are changing
From a cotton white to gray
And the weather channel warns us
That a storm has come our way.
I can hear the sirens blaring
As I step outside my house.
I look towards the eastern hills
Where the clouds are hanging down.
I can see it in the distance.
I can see it moving close.
I can hear the thunder’s warning
As it spooks a flock of crows.
The air is getting cooler,
While the clouds of darkness prey.
Casting out a cloak of blackness,
Wiping out the sunny day.
I can see the sky is changing,
Bleeding out from every side.
But I will not run to mother,
For I have my father’s pride.
I will stand this ground I walk on
Like a soldier with his gun.
I will never hide inside my house,
And you will never see me run!
I have made this challenge proudly,
And I’ll prove that I’m a man,
Because I have my father’s honor,
And I’ll stop it if I can!
These hanging clouds before me
Look like fingers pointing down.
But I point right back in anger;
Feeling strong, I stand my ground.
I see the innards twisting,
And a cone begins to shape,
And it spins within a darkness,
Fashioned by the wind and rain.
My knuckles tighten firmly
And it’s hard for me to breath
And the hail begins to smack my face
Which is followed by debris.
I can hear my mother calling,
But I will not turn around.
I will prove that I am not afraid,
And proudly stand my ground.
As I’m tossed around the surface,
Cuts and bruises scare me not.
But when I’m lifted over rooftops,
Fears of death have grown a lot.
I am sucked up in the cyclone
Deep within the spinning blur.
And where I’ll end up later,
Only the cyclone knows for sure.
Being pulled from every side,
At a hundred miles an hour
Past the Morgan County line.
I am tangled. I am twisted,
And I cannot catch my breath.
And I cannot stop this feeling
That I’m short from certain death.
My hands are bruised and battered
And my right eye swollen shut
And I know without a doubt
That I continue going up.
My legs are bending forward
And I’m lost within the clouds above
Where no one hears me shout.
My one good eye can see the sky
Where the clouds are green and gray
Then I turn to face the earth below
As the cyclone fades away.
And then without a warning,
I fall endless to the ground
Screaming out for all to hear me
But only birds can hear me now.
The earth is getting closer
As I close my eye and pray
That I’ll die without the suffer
And be welcomed at heaven’s gates.
And just before I hit the dirt
That are planted in a graveyard
Where I’m falling endlessly.
I felt the impact as I hit
Then darkness came about.
I awoke in hopes to see an angel
But no angels were around.
I lay crooked in a man-made hole
That I’d created from my fall.
It was six feet deep between the trees
And I wasn’t dead at all.
As I lay there gazing at the sky -
Crippled and broken and one eye shy
Someone would have to find me
Then a distant boom of thunder
Brought the thoughts of storms my way
Then the rain began to fill the hole
In the lot in which I lay.
I could not twitch or shout for help.
Then the pouring rain broke down the dirt
The hole filled up throughout the night
As I prayed and prayed and prayed.
Then without a warning, the walls collapsed
Creating an unmarked grave.
I proudly stood my ground that day--
Not the wisest thing I’ve done.
’Cause when the standoff finally ended,
’Twas the twister that had won.
And because of that, I am deceased
‘Cause I lost against the twister
Like my father before me.
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