Confronting the Wind

I opened the door

I should have never opened it

I should have kept the door closed

This is how people lose their limbs

And lose their minds

This is how people lose their belongings

And lose their heart

I walked down the street

The wind was stirring up something

The leaves flew across the dimly lit street

There was a howling in the distance

And a howling close by

It was cold

With a light rain

There was something brewing just off shore

Sure to be brutal

Sure to be a nature’s beast

I walked down the street

And into the park

It was dark

And cold

My mind became an echo

My mind became a prison

My mind constantly tries to overthrow

My heart’s overwhelming lead in decisions

I stood up with clenched fists

Screaming at the ignited clouds

Yelling for someone or something

To release me of the constant pain I’m in

This ache I can no longer take

With no answer, I faced mother

I kneeled down and said by goodbyes

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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