The Unspoken Silence of Nature

Gushes of the wind pound my heart,
I feel the blow rip through my flesh,
I’m defenseless ,a slave to the ground,
No soul hears my cries,
My whines of pain and misery,
The human touch that kills,
My body squeezed mercilessly,
Ripped off my home,my hope,
I desire to grasp my falling friends,
Another day,another life lost,
I wish they heard me,
Their strangle hurt me,
Now I stand here alone and lost,
In the midst of this autumn breeze
Awaiting my turn as it comes close,
To fall into the pit of death.

Reviews

[Wendi A]

I like the emotion and imagery in your poem. It is sad and touching. I wondered if you purposely changed the wind imagery to an autumn breeze (which I think of as gentle) at the end of the poem. It works - the poem is winding down and you are alone and waiting. But it could also work having the raging, blowing wind continue through the end. I hope this review is helpful.

[Yashadini A.]

Hey Wendi, nice to know you enjoyed reading this. I like how you ineterpret it. The change from the wind to breeze was something that just came along, I didn't stress on its' interpretation.

[Yashadini A.]

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