Giver of Every Good Gift

You have given me
A myriad of exquisite gifts,
Treasures in heaven

And I
Have burned them down.

I have torn everything apart
In search of some substance
That will not tear

And I
Rip as easily as them all.

I am a cyclone of destruction
Unfit for human company
I should have been quarantined

And I
Have been too blind to see it.