The wind is blowing by my face
The cool wind sends chills down my spine...

Fire whips the land
Burning everything it sees...

Twisting and winding
It snakes through the land...

Too many problems
No time to fix...

A blank page
So bare and white...

I began to write a poem
Then realized they were all the same...

You try so hard to be different
When we're really all the same...

I once had a friend
Her story was sad...

Feet thumping. Heart pumping.
Head rushing. Blood gushing...

The angels sing
A song of grace...

Sitting here all alone
My thoughts are only on you...

I wink my eye
You turn away...