I fantasized about death
until my eyes were heavy
Like puffed clouds carrying
tremendous water.
A gentle wind whispered,
"You may let it all out."
I cried and screamed,
and roared like of thunder.
Everything went light
as the sun smiled for me,
And the wind once again whispered,
"I'll be here."
We hugged and cuddled
as he always reminds me:
"There is a hidden beauty
within your deepest agony."
YOU ARE READING
| october.
PoetryHow can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves?
