I was running away with the wind
From the wind; a reckless absurdity
The monotony never occurred to me
Of the streets and the signs and the howl
Until the winds betrayed me
And I fell down to finally reckon
I had no feet and no ground beneath
And I kept falling into the ditch
Dark and strange and hollow
Air around me odorless and bleak
Where I couldn't cling to the dark
I had no hands to grasp I noticed
And then It all vanished with light
My being with the fall and the flight
I became the hollow of dungeon
I became the dark in darkness
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
