Emotions are the flowing wind,
Sometimes fierce, and sometimes gentle.
They can come as the flame of passion,
And also the cold of depression.
Emotion, as the wind, surrounds us.
Some hope to escape its touch,
But cannot escape the feel.
Sometimes stagnant; and sometimes free.
The have us all in their iron will,
Locked tight inside.
Some get burned,
Some get frozen,
Only by finding a balance,
Can a person find peace.
Emotions come on as a wind,
Sometimes fickle, sometimes strong.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Thoughts
PoetryJust a few thoughts of an average person, thoughts of live and love, but also darker topics. Thoughts expressed as poetry.
