There is a whirlwind,

Spinning inside a soul,            

And it’s bringing havoc                 

Wherever it goes.

There is a huge hole

Where a river once ran

Over rocks and grass,

And tiny toes.

Where it went,

Nobody knows.

 

Only an opening

Going into the ground,

And nothing to see

For miles around.

Nothing is growing,

Inside a heart,

That’s been wounded

And torn apart.

All that is left

Is a thing called “me.”

Yu/stan/kema