Hide From The Wind In The Corner

walk outside
I digress.
The last patches of Snow
cling to the ground.
I sheepishly smile as
i look towards the sky
Thick with all of the sorrow
hate and rage of the world

A cold Breeze is blowing through the trees.
A gust that rattles the bones.
It begs of spring
of better days.
I Hide From The Wind In The Corner

The days start slow and meander
and end in darkness.
The world turns
The word is on fire
and no one can see the flames
Thick with all of the sorrow
hate and rage of the world

I digress
I get lost
I find myself
I’ve tried to run from the truth
of it all, but I cant
I sheepishly smile as
i look towards the sky

A gust that rattles the bones.
It begs of spring
of better days.
A cold Breeze is blowing through the trees.
I can no longer hide from Wind In The Corner

D. Casabonne (c) 05.23.2025 All rights reserved