The wind screams,
in whispers.
It is filling
in the moments
I can feel
what it says.
Words are clearly felt.
I hear
the movements
as they follow,
motions
of my head.
At times
they sway away,
away they sway
at the times when
the moment is not
with me,
or I with it.
However,
at most times
I am.
And the wind screams,
to remind me of that.
Tis' comforting
to the heart.
Beautifully aggravate.
Scream on,
I plead,
my soul begs thee
to scream on
and relieve me
from my
thoughts,
delusions,
confusions,
whisper those screams
I plead,
to me.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
The wind screams,
in whispers.
It is filling
in the moments
I can feel
what it says.
Words are clearly felt.
I hear
the movements
as they follow,
motions
of my head.
At times
they sway away,
away they sway
at the times when
the moment is not
with me,
or I with it.
However,
at most times
I am.
And the wind screams,
to remind me of that.
Tis' comforting
to the heart.
Beautifully aggravate.
Scream on,
I plead,
my soul begs thee
to scream on
and relieve me
from my
thoughts,
delusions,
confusions,
whisper those screams
I plead,
to me.
