Lost in Tornado Alley

Location

73505
United States
34° 37' 54.066" N, 98° 30' 22.3236" W

Unpredictable, will this be my last breath?
Will I see tomorrow’s sun?
Heavy winds nearly sweep me away;
Along with the rest of humanity,
And our mistakes.

The sky turns black as if the earth is unconscious
Panic takes hold of my being;
I am panic.
My heart sprints a marathon
I can’t keep up with;
No matter the pace I attempt to set.
Panic controls me.

As the Earth awakens once more, and gains consciousness,
The sky brightens as well as my hopes;
Panic relinquishes its overbearing hold on me
Only to bestow its presence upon me once more;
As darkness becomes the sky, and the earth is rendered unconscious
Falling into an incoherent oblivion.

Suffocating at the hands of helplessness,
I stare at my surroundings, gasping for air.
I reach for my words, empty hands clutching nothing, but air.
Hands tight around my throat squeeze tighter;
I feel myself slipping away into the storm,
Becoming one with the unconscious Earth.

Before I am lost completely at the hands of the storm,
I realize we are beneath Mother Nature;
She simply allows us to be,
Not the other way around.

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