Heaven seems so close.
When a tornado rose,
It drove me crazy.
I felt hazy.
Watching channel 9,
Keeping an accurate account,
On the weather,
Whether to seek shelter,
Or whether to feather,
Sometimes, you just don’t know.
It drives me crazy.
It makes me welter.
Then it changes.
You go into the cellar.
You can hardly breathe.
You get hot.
Your stomach gets in a knot.
It drives me crazy.
The after 15 minutes it’s all gone.
You can’t get any reception on your cell phone.
It makes me crazy.
Making me glad I’m not alone.
When life gets crazy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am not alone, Line of strength, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.