A breeze comes this way.
It will leave in time.
As strong as it may,
It will fade in time.
Is a breeze a storm
Disguising itself?
Is this breeze a storm
To consume my self?
For now it is calm,
But how long 'till not?
A graceful embalm
To a strong life caught.
It engulfs the mind,
Captures the body.
Stuck in this dark bind,
Destroys my body.
And yet I remain.
Broken. Forsaken.
Who is there to blame
For form misshapen?
All this from a breeze
That feels immortal.
It blows with such ease...
Is it immoral?
What a fool I am
For thinking such things!
What a fool I am
For not spreading wings!
Now this breeze, or storm,
Will carry me far!
Until the bright morn
Banishes the dark!
In due time it comes,
But until then, wait.
A breeze comes this way.
It will leave in time.
As strong as it may,
It will fade in time.
-Zero
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