Whirlwind

It’s a blizzard, a torrent, a downpour of rain.
a hurricane, a typhoon, when it hits you, you won’t be the same.

It breaks your back, takes your breathe away,
cares not for you until it drives you insane.

As you’re wrapped and you’re hidden, thinking you’re safe,
hits you again just to remind that you still feel pain.

No matter what happens, you can’t let it win,
whatever is said can’t be taken back again.

It’s crushing and damages, broken and burnt,
every step on the stones makes it all hurt.

Poke you and prod you, rearrange your fate,
takes every step away from you if that’s what it takes.

It’s not what we’re choosing, it’s not if by choice,
scream as hard as you want, you still have no voice.

You cannot be heard, no matter your wails,
bang at the door, see how you fail.

Let one moment revealed, for just but a glimpse,
the armor is tarnished and so is the prince.

His crown falls down and all around,
the courtesans refuse to make even a sound.

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

How painful and never ending this would be. Many situations in life have made me feel the same as this poem. Never thinking there is an escape, not a soul to talk to and not even wanting to. Getting pulled down and never feeling as if there is a way to get back up and be strong. I used my own interpretation. I always love your poems because many times there can be more than just one ending. You have a very keen writing style!!!!

[BlakeL79]

Think of the silence that follows after a tremendous bellowing. The eery calm after a tornado or catastrophe.

[Shadows of Sight]

umm..where's the happy ending? lol :)
Great write!
I liked all the imagery. It was very vivid and strong.
I got confused on the last two lines. I didn't see how they fit into the rest?