The Whirling

And the winds will whirl
in a twirl 
I get stuck
and the debris
believe me
is made outta muck
fuck!
Why do tornado's form
from deformed torn play-doh? 

Am I not good enough
in your eyes 
maybe so.
But so what
why bother 
with another whirlwind
Just let me pass by
give me one last good spin.

I cant change my formation
from water to air
nor can I create 
a great fire from flare.
For the earth must give birth
to a brand new me
that was born in the debris
of a deprived family.

An encrusted crustacean
a creation you say,
that doesn't belong
on the beach
in the waves
nor hiding amongst
the caves I once paved

For I saved a spot
especially for me
and when the winds whirled
you took that from me.

Deceived, you received
a relieved space I placed
and sent forth the elements
that tried to erase
the features, this creature
took a life time to trace.

A mishap, mistake?
I'll take it on board
but just you remember
the tornado you formed.

Carey Milton