Surrounded by fury and mayhem
Dark shadows of sorrow ahead
In innocence standing alone here
Heart filling with cold hard dread.
Confusion swirling round without reason
Cyclones of difficult tasks
Friends and foes the same people
Just wearing different masks.
He tries to break through the great funnel
To get through to the safety outside
But their hands are still holding him captive
Afraid of an end to this ride.
He is torn between friends and survival
As the twister is gaining its strength
He has so many hands reaching out now
Hundreds of hands - miles in length.
In his mind he is seeking survival
In his heart he is still looking back
To the crowd with still needy hands out
To the cringing and fawning wolf pack.
These were loved ones of his, he remembered
They were friends, never ever his foes
But their needs were much more than their friendship
And they clung to him, singing their woes.
Too loving a soul, and too giving
To think that these hands would take all
There was something inside of him saying
They would hold him and never let fall.
But, now standing alone in this heartache
Desperation has taken its toll
His eyes now have finally opened
They still need him to fill their greed bowl.
He can see that there is no escaping
He can no longer fill all of their needs
And his efforts seem not much to matter
Nor all of his unselfish deeds.
So, he looks right staight up through the funnel
He sees only one route he can take
Rising quietly, up through the storm's eye
Leaving hands groping wild in his wake. |
Submission Name: The Eye of the Tornado
