This is a poem based off of the Oklahoma Tornado, in Plaza Towers Elementary. And yes, I know, a poem will do nothing to ease the pain. Don't blame me for it.

A storm raging outside

Howling winds

Threaten to crush

Small bones.

Shelter is given

To a child

Bodies covering

Each other.

Tiny wails

Mixed with wind.

Screams

And storms.

The wind

Tears open

The ground.

Stronger bones

Over

Frail ones.

Children scream

As the walls

Crash.

Eyes shut

Scared

To see

The death.

Torn open

Walls bear

Upon them.

This

Is where

My life

Stops.

Heartbeats silent

They beat

No longer.

If hearts

Are metronomes

Then this one

Has lost

Its time.

But it is not

A metronome

Because it makes

No sound.

The young

Have always hated

Storms.

But this one

Stops

For nothing.