Tornado Pain

Oh my God.
Someone has cut the wrong wire.
All my debris goes higher and higher.
It cuts through houses
And cuts through the trees.
There is no controlling it,
As it puts people on their knees.
As the wind begins to howl,                                                                                                                                                             It also begins to go around.
A funnel is formed,
And it touches the ground.
Oh no. There is no stopping it.
Everything in it's path will be taken now.
One by one, their heads bow.
Praying to God they make it somehow.
The funnel claims them, one by one.
It won't stop till each one is gone.
Their hands cling to the dirt,
They hang from branches,
Knowing they are out of chances.
Once the funnel has had it's fill,
It returns to the sky under it's own free will.
The debris falls slowly,
As if it were tired.
Here I am,
Being re-wired.
I start to tick again.
It's only a matter of time.
Before I once again,
Take what is mine.....