Hide From The Wind In The Corner

I walk outside

I digress.

The last patches of Snow

cling to the ground.

I sheepishly smile as

i look towards the sky

Thick with all of the sorrow

hate and rage of the world

 

A cold Breeze is blowing through the trees.

A gust that rattles the bones.

It begs of spring

of better days.

I Hide From The Wind In The Corner

 

The days start slow and meander

and end in darkness.

The world turns

The word is on fire

and no one can see the flames

Thick with all of the sorrow

hate and rage of the world

 

I digress

I get lost

I find myself 

I've tried to run from the truth

of it all, but I cant

I sheepishly smile as

i look towards the sky

 

A gust that rattles the bones.

It begs of spring

of better days.

A cold Breeze is blowing through the trees.

I can no longer hide from Wind In The Corner

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