Hurricane

I am a hurricane
Born on a stormy night
With the heavens wailing
Hell not aware of my
Future plight

I am the calm center
The swirling outlander
Winds whirling
Upheaving every pretender

A crashing wave
Tender shore
Craggily rocks
Hidden core
Tearing out the calm
Leaving in my wake
An alarmed
Outstretched palm

A hurricane
A slapping cane
On your
Closed
Shuttered
Windowpane
Watching the
Fake righteous
Kneel in shutting eye prayer
A hurricane
With tornadic winds
Such a drastic pair
Hearing the weak
Silently wonder
Why I was even there