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Screaming at the wind. Drunk in the shade; The daylight is fading away. Wishing today, Could be any other day. Sinking down deeper into my glass; Waiting for another lifetime to pass. Wasting away under a dying sun; I break apart my mind every time I get drunk. Hidden whispers tell each other secrets. The misery appears; I never did manage to see it. Now torn into a thousand pieces is the book I am writing; I ripped it apart with such passion that I am becoming… …something I never wanted to become. I have lost all I had and now time is creeping upon, My back; it hangs there like a leech that you cannot reach. It licks at my wounds with a barbed wire tongue And snatches at my skin with its razor teeth. Soon I will be deceased. Life is ***** used, broken and bruised; I have become what I never foresaw in those happy days of youth. Under a shadow formed by a tree I sat in peace; Now with everything! I disagree. Capture me inside you heart so I can find my way into love; Without somebody to read all my writings, I could never have written enough… And I would be left screaming at the wind. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
Screaming at the wind
Screaming at the wind. Drunk in the shade; The daylight is fading away. Wishing today, Could be any other day. Sinking down deeper into my glass; Waiting for another lifetime to pass. Wasting away under a dying sun; I break apart my mind every time I get drunk. Hidden whispers tell each other secrets. The misery appears; I never did manage to see it. Now torn into a thousand pieces is the book I am writing; I ripped it apart with such passion that I am becoming… …something I never wanted to become. I have lost all I had and now time is creeping upon, My back; it hangs there like a leech that you cannot reach. It licks at my wounds with a barbed wire tongue And snatches at my skin with its razor teeth. Soon I will be deceased. Life is ***** used, broken and bruised; I have become what I never foresaw in those happy days of youth. Under a shadow formed by a tree I sat in peace; Now with everything! I disagree. Capture me inside you heart so I can find my way into love; Without somebody to read all my writings, I could never have written enough… And I would be left screaming at the wind. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
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