The Wind has Nothing but the Same Words to WhisperA Poem by IsolophobeA piece written about the subsequent picture, drawn by John Dyer Baizley.With her hands, she searches to be felt Reaching out, but never grasping anything Hands that aren't formed, smoothly roughened around the edges, Remind her of where she was when it all began When her search to be found began And when she lost the only man she ever loved
Her hair whispers lonliness as the wind shuffles its way through the strands The hands of others taunt her by getting near, but not close enough To feel what once awakened her from a sleepless stupor Company that isn't present is never given as a gift A distant voice says She turns to look the speaker in the eye But sees only trees shaking, shivering-alone- from the same Message that the wind only speaks of She'll die of a broken heart before she freezes to death As she stands naked in the middle of storm Where her emotions collide until her mind is clouded With sorrow and the rain once falls "Love, reign over me" Were the last words she ever said
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Added on November 12, 2008 Last Updated on November 12, 2008 AuthorIsolophobeLos Angeles, CAAboutI am an engine. Do add me on facebook, if you're bored or uh want to. more..Writing
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