Devastation

I’m not truly happy,
Am I?
You’re not okay,
Are you?

Depression rages
As happiness engages
In manifestations
Of smiles around me

The time will come
When the tornado will swirl by
And the time will come
When the skies clear a path
To your success

But now the tornado’s coming
And clouds are looming
Your tears are enumerating
And houses are depreciated
In the sight of catastrophe

Wind blows my hair
And I can finally see
Just to have the wind
Throw dust into my eyes

We see just to be blind
We cower just to be noticed
It comes as a beautiful whirlwind
Just to destroy life’s art

We all stare at the disaster waiting to occur
We worry about the destruction about to happen
But you haven’t even realized
The true wreck is inside our homes

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This poem was made in 7th period, in my science class. I don't know what it is about the last period of the day that makes me write poetry... Anyways. A tornado drill happened, and we had to move, and while writing this poem I was like "wow, i should include a tornado into it" cuz it just seemed to work. And it's just about how there's always destruction, and we can't rly stop the sadness in our lives. We can get over it and just make it seem less destructive, but that's just how we perceive it. And sometimes people just think everyone else has horrible lives and don't see that they're the ones that are truly unhappy.