Creative Writing Poetry


March 29, 2023

Wind against stone
Naught pushing back
Rage in the bone
All fading black

Dreams drifting ‘way
Goal kept in mind
Thoughts locked at bay
Dark cloud to find

Lost in the storm
Sound cracking close
Light taking form
My chosen dose

I scream and shout
To no avail
Wind brushes stone
As rock beats gale

This does not say
Zephyr is weak
But that anger
Knows only
The sigh of relief

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