In the Midst of the Wind

Reason

Swaying

A tame gust with a hint of winter

 

Cool, air particles drifting

No hope, no comfort

Solemn without a name

 

Pale brushed face

Tender to the touch

Cracked cement

Misjudged by the beings above

 

Leaves lined through

To the depths of the earth

Squalling

Within its reach

The never-ending crevice

Scars the soul, already so cut

 

Smoke covers, cigarettes stomped

Forever separated 

The little sanity had, now gone

 

Unworthy, not desired

A blind embrace

 

Voice

Mute

The callings

The longings

The constant knocking

No answer

No answer

Insignificant

 

Forcefully penetrated

To the highest peak

Clashing skulls, tingling bites

Slitting legs, blood splatters

Enshrouding the existence

Reviews

[Alexis]

Hello again!

This is a stunning write. I LOVED your word choice. It really helped with the eerie part of the poem. It's so well crafted and I really liked it! A rather sad topic, but it was good! The emotion in it was really strong and the whole poem itself was quite powerful. Great job! Your poetry is awesome! Keep on writing. :)