Let the wind whisper
Let it spin round and taunt
Blow by me only to return and howl
It will recieve no opposition here
I will surely bend
Broken things are easily flown through or around.
I am almost completely dry now
There is no false courage to bolster my false pride
I forget how to speak in mocking tones
Instead I just gasp out nothings
Lost inside myself
Struggling to figure out how to once again howl back
There is just air and silence
So much so that as it whisps by
It takes on a sharp edge
Where have you gone?
Will you come back?
Can't you scream boy?
I almost always hear it now
And far too few a times
Gather the courage to whisper
That I truly don't know.
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