Monday, January 11, 2016

The Force of the Howling Winds (poem)

Tonight the wind howls
as it blows endlessly all around.
Its force makes me shake
just like my bedroom window.

And just like my bedroom window,
I stand resilient but unstable.
I'm thin but functional,
yet a strong enough gust could shatter me.

And I wonder how long I'll last,
before I give into the howling winds,
because that much seems inevitable.
Nothing lasts forever.

Tonight all I can do is wait
and hope I can keep it together,
if not for myself,
then for whoever is hiding behind me.


-Zero

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