The Tunneling Madness


My soul is a map, with a finger pointing forward;

and my mind, like a hand that takes, in the name of me, the hoarder…

The twister spiraled like a fire, a circling fire as dawn;

and I see now why men so doth fear,

like a freight train, is the power of God…

Poem Meaning:

Talks about the power of tornadoes 

Copyrightcopyright October 23, 2015

2 thoughts on “The Tunneling Madness

  1. So cool. Nice poem. You say it’s about the power of tornadoes, but I was thinking it was about anger. I guess both tornadoes and anger can have the same effect.

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