Do you comprehend

   who  it is to  send 

 on a bend 

 to make  amends

for the events 

 that happened on March end.

Split in to two,  the house 

carried across in a drowse.

 Violent in it's take.

No one to wake 

 feelings all fake .

shambles it makes  of the people 

in it's path, what is there to grate

the saw adding to mayhem

 pieces of whatnot scattered across.

Umimaginable is the loss.

 what is it to make amends

for things on the bend,

 of things that were meant to end

they were sent to places they were meant

 On that day of March's end.

Feel sorry naught,

 taking things as they sought

to be interpreted by all.

 What do you see in at all?

A human's downfall or

 weird  meanings scratched across the walls

of the house on the road's end

  The centre of the events on March's end.

Is this the end ?

 Who can be prepared for that scene?

A horrible dream,

 It screams out loud

Make your amends.

 Do not run ,there is no where to go

It will follow you till the end

 Hurry up ,it crawls into your mind

Tearing you up in a bind

  Don't hide,

It will  find you.