8th Grade Poems, To and From

Wretched-Hadley

My brain is vast

A desert within

With miles of sand

Formed by the wind

Some thoughts are rough

But they become smooth

Others stay hidden

Far under the dunes

Yet the rare wind comes through

And it shifts everything

All of it changes

It hurts and it stings

But after a while

I get used to it

I let it keep moving

I let my thoughts sift

Through this strange tool

That meddles my mind

It's oh so distracting

It wastes so much time

I listen, it answers

I watch, and it dances

I follow it, search for it,

Till I am lost looking for it

Looking for this wind

That pretends that it's there

The wind that all people

Feel in the air

I thought that it answered

To me, and with meaning

I thought that it danced

For me, and with feeling

I thought that it looked back

When I went searching

But it was blowing a different direction,

Unearthing,

A new, different desert,

A new, different terrain.

It left before it arrived,

But behind trailed the rain

I welcomed the wet

As it washed all away

Before I would dread it

But now I can't wait

For the day that my mind

Is no longer infested

By invisible winds

And thoughts that are wretched.