I was whisked

Uplifted and uprooted

That tornado came pounding at my door

No matter how I denied its entry

It still entered with such commanding force

Powerful to knock me from my stable stance

Spin me hundreds of feet into the air

Landing miles away from my origin

Now at a different location

With no sense of home

And no direction

No one knows my name

And no one recognizes my face

I am forgotten

© 2010 David Greg Harth

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