Breeze

Slowly drifting through the air
Trying to brush in my skin that's bare
Only stopping short of fresh
Putting things in a mesh
Passively cooling my pain down
Longing for a gentle frown

Always there when you need it not
Yeah, just like my blood clot
Imagining things that's not there
Noting of things that flare
Growing stronger every moment
Withered to the point of being bent

I wish things would go my way
Time looks at me in dismay
How painful it is to fail ones goals
More likened to reading dead sea scrolls
Yearning for more when there is less
Hoping for little when there is stress

Everyday i think about the possibilities
Arriving only to such hostilities
Running away from this breeze
Trying my best so that time wouldn't freeze

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