As the ground beneath your nostrils circles in escape.
Your raging heart thunders with not joy but dismay.
Flock of birds fly the empty skies with wonder,
'Wonder about the place, wonder of the place.
Your tired feet aches and so you lay.
Your shirt is stained,
Stained by the recent darkened day.
Woof woof, they start to chant.
The saddened rose has fallen flat.
Your troubled shaking hand.
Shaken faith shook to deepest lengths.
'Would rather stop but fear won't let you dare.
The windmill spins with forceful winds,
Drifting monsoons shifting speed and blading skin.
Flashing light and painful knees,
Horizon's downfall is what it seems.
Darkness clouds your empty head,
Sudden voice comes to speak.
"Mrs Helmer's death came at your sleep,
But what we see is what we need"
Stab me in the eyes, let me not see your filthy crimes.
A short poem painting ****** and emotions behind.
