I cry for the wind sometimes
How she gives up far too easily after she rages so heavily
And screams in all her might stirring and swirling everything about
Like a child tossing all her toys out of her cot
Like a drunk swearing at the moon
I cry because we are far too alike
We burst and quake, let the earth feel our discontentment
Then when all our quaking is done
And the air is out our lungs, we lay weak in the shadows of ourselves
With only our bare skin to swaddle us