Hurricane

If society’s a hurricane,
then I live in the eye.
And through that lens I see the slump
of every earthly sigh.

I watch as bonds that lovers share
are torn apart by rage,
uprooted by those fearsome winds
that even I can’t gauge,

And as I watch the sky in dance
the sun sets in the west,
a sole survivor of the trials
abandoning the rest.

Delivering the final punch,
the nightfall comes to stay.
It brings the end of life and death
to those with sense to pray.