Sirens blaring,
Children scream.
Hide in the hallways, safe rooms.
The freight train approached,
Whistling as it whipped around playfully.
Worry the parents it thought,
Destroy everything.
Carelessly breaking shattering lives.
Children unknowing lost,
Parents stuck.
Love, Prayers, and thoughts,
Guardians of the weak and helpless.
Though it wasn't enough for some.
The some that boarded that train
Being whipped around to heaven.
The freight train retreated
Leaving a grieving mess.
The train called tornado.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry
Poetrya little bit of my poetry. not my best. I have never shared it with anybody but my friend.
