Poems (collection 1.0)

wind

heart tied up in my throat

tongue tied in a knot

my mind tied to the pyre

with fire

creeping up the sides

i am a disaster

crumbling faster

with every second

every breath

racing towards death

all of my stories that kept me sane

were taken away

the words i had written

the ones i had not

reading and writing

i soon forgot

my life is in shambles

my brain is all scrambled

and who i am today

is worse than other times

worse in every way

yet i say that i'm fine

okay

we all say that

when we don't mean it

it's no revelation

it's only convenient

to not have to explain

that we

that i am in pain

every single day

in every possible way

i am so hurt

trampled like dirt

thrown to the wind

like the ashes of a person 

a person like me

who once was alive

but inevitably died

i laugh

wild 

crazy

insane

i never stop

because the wind

tears my voice from my lungs and rips the air from my chest and yanks it away from my ears so all i can hear is the howling of its cries as it tells me 

it says

help me

everyone hears me

but no one can see

because i am just wind

in their ears

in their hair and their faces and their clothes

i am just a force

they do not understand

and they call me this

they call me that

but i am one thing

no they don't understand

yes i can move trees

and water and sand

but i cannot move their hearts

i am not quite that grand

i am power and grace

i am the one with no face

but i scream and i scream and i scream

so they'll hear

but we don't speak the same language

so i am scorned and rejected

i am left all alone, helpless, dejected

my heart is as cold

as the icy gusts that i blow

because i have never stopped

to slow down and thaw

i leave everything ruined, ragged, and raw

this is not what i wanted

no not at all

i never wanted to destroy these cities and walls

all i wanted was the people

inside to see

that the wind is a person

the wind is me