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The Wind..

Poetry By: Tokemies
Poetry


Wow. I'm getting pretty good at translating these old poems of mine into English. I'm not ashamed in the least bit to congratulate myself. I've earned a cigarette.


Submitted:Apr 6, 2012    Reads: 34    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


It's windy

I can hear the leaves in the trees

It's windy

And it makes my ears bleed

I tell them to shut up but I cannot

impose my will on nature's clock

any more than I can make these voices stop

A very dim light in my

hollow eyes burn out

It was a lost cause, no loss

for anyone around

But the Wind, it seems, She did take over me

and eversince She's singed the essence of my being

The Wind

I'm unlikely to condone

the Wind

as She eats away my bones

She takes away my grief, She takes away my glee

She takes away my dreams and She takes away my speech

And I implore you, please come see the sensation before you

You owe awe to this odd tune that I mindlessly deplore to

The Wind is as cold as it gets, the coldest by far

She's colder than my sweat, even colder than your heart

And it makes my veins boil

The Wind toils to destroy

Her freezing flames fling my feelings in fear and turmoil

Until I know no more what goes on on

this empty wall that once was called a soul

I become my own jailor

I won't let myself escape Her

I see no evil, I hear no evil

But none of what I do is good either

I'm not evil

What I am

is feeble

The Wind

takes grains away my hourglass

The Wind

will make its way 'til I have passed

I know it, She knows it, Her last laugh will be Her last

And we'll keep on coexisting until neither of us stands





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