outside the window
the wind keens and roars
all the frustrations
of the world settle
within that voice,
and as it beats it's formless hands
against the the side of the house
and rattles the eaves...
small whispers of ice
sneak inside, under doors
and sigh into our bones
leaving chills along our spines
and raising the skin in a morse
code message of loss and sorrow
soon it will pass us over
to seek those who lack
this simple protection
and then, will share it's misery
with a sad, sadistic joy
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
outside the window
the wind keens and roars
all the frustrations
of the world settle
within that voice,
and as it beats it's formless hands
against the the side of the house
and rattles the eaves...
small whispers of ice
sneak inside, under doors
and sigh into our bones
leaving chills along our spines
and raising the skin in a morse
code message of loss and sorrow
soon it will pass us over
to seek those who lack
this simple protection
and then, will share it's misery
with a sad, sadistic joy
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