at times
when the wind blows
I swear it is calling my name
in hushed
faint whispers
that drown out the city streets
water my eyes
bite my face
in a cool
deathly touch
but there are times
when I hear nothing
just my ears playing tricks
tell me
how cruel is the mind to doubt it’s own being?
answering in
short
clip
s e n t e n c e s
which always end with
no
no
there’s a world out there
though
that I’m longing to see
to feel
to hear
where the routine of chilling winds
won’t stop me
and keep me
stuck
