The Wind

by Kaitlin   Oct 25, 2010


The Wind here is strange,
It howls in the middle of the day,
It chases storms, erases thoughts.
The Wind beats on my window,
And whispers terrible things.
It sneaks in through the cracks.
The Wind comes in the night,
Ready too kill,
Like the murder's knife.

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  • 14 years ago

    by William Mae

    Good write, somewhat dark, is it a reality wind which everyone feels, most likely a personal wind to haunt just one, I really liked it.

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