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Apr 14
We don’t have winds like this
Here in the shire
But right now the world is screaming
Squirming on its axis
I am here, it shouts
However much you **** me

A deafening rush
The trees could crush me
If the battling branches break
And fell me
The low clouds lumbar on
Indifferent, closing down the last sneak of blue

The west-south-westerly whips
All grass and grain flat
Against dark earth
Freshly turned by farmers blade
Autumn comes abruptly this year
As the leaves are torn to the ground

My path ahead a boil of branches
Lashing at me
The dry-gold giant Hogweed oscillates insanely
And the tall beeches mope and weep above
The wind is an inferno
The sound like steam is cleansing

The earth feels separate today
It says *******
It feels like the the wind can hear me
Shrieks back
My heart beats a little faster
And again that thought of oblivion
Like diving under waves

Written by
TomDoubty  38/M/Oxford
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