String of Nothings

I have a string 
A string of nothings
empty, empty like the wind
chilling and feeling biting and clawing
Going somewhere, fighting
North, South, East, West and maybe further
Twisted gusts of pent up fillings
a tornado is coming I here them saying
wait, wait, let us prepare but I can't I do
but have control.
Screaming in their little houses stop, stop,
let them out!
Strings twist tighter, a giant knot
Squeezing, heaving till there is no air
What sort of gust is this, this airless wind
A wind that wounds so tight it loses
itself and pales the people around it
I hear them choking, gasping
but I am helpless
Infantile behavior it seems 
Watching and staring as I drown
in myself
in my own strings
these freak strings, these strings of nothing.