WindA Poem by benjamminghamThis was a poem for a contest. It was hard ;)Whenever I hear the wind in the canyon I go to my ledge The precarious precipice by the banyan to the very edge When I hear the sand whisper with the breeze I'm reminded of my past Of our love that flowed with grace and ease But withered away; dead so fast I stand with my arms wide My eyes squeezed shut And remember the memories of before you died They echo off my mind and rebound on every jut That potrudes from the wall Of my caged mind; locked and hidden What would happen if I fall? My secret question- hush! It's forbidden. My heart pulses and throbs The clock strikes twelve Stars spatter the midnight sky in globs My mind has gone to hell And then I go over Plummeting into the blackness of...nothing I'm forever stuck in this routine. I die every day because of you and the whispers from the obscene unseen My heart copes with these echoes of a fool I'm haunted Driven like a primal beast into madness I'm taunted By your memories and this eternal sadness This is what you've done to me This is what you've left me with This is my greatest fear. Whenever I hear the wind in the canyon
© 2012 benjamminghamAuthor's Note
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