Tornadoes
A poem
When the world ends, take my shoes
For I will need them no longer
Take the weights that lay beneath
My bed, I will need no longer
No will to become stronger
No time to wonder
Or grasp my why
Thoughts like
Tornadoes
Fill
Me
Until I can stand no more, read no more, and nonetheless, be no more
© Zane Long
© Zane Long
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