Tornado Life Poem by Barry Middleton

of all brute destruction I have seen
the cruel tornado is the most obscene

a thief that robs the innocent of life
to rip asunder all, a vicious knife

we feel a vague and simple recognition
that living never proffers precondition

a theory as we drift to sleep at night
to hope for other days to stand and fight

we know the storm may come, all lost
never believing we will pay the cost

when darkest angels pound upon the door
and level all our dreams as demons roar

till life can never be the same again
abandoned, drifting in deception's wind