Aa Harvey

Screaming at the wind

Screaming at the wind.

Drunk in the shade;

The daylight is fading away.

Wishing today,

Could be any other day.

Sinking down deeper into my glass;

Waiting for another lifetime to pass.

Wasting away under a dying sun;

I break apart my mind every time I get drunk.

Hidden whispers tell each other secrets.

The misery appears; I never did manage to see it.

Now torn into a thousand pieces is the book I am writing;

I ripped it apart with such passion that I am becoming…

…something I never wanted to become.

I have lost all I had and now time is creeping upon,

My back; it hangs there like a leech that you cannot reach.

It licks at my wounds with a barbed wire tongue

And snatches at my skin with its razor teeth.

Soon I will be deceased.

Life is dirty, used, broken and bruised;

I have become what I never foresaw in those happy days of youth.

Under a shadow formed by a tree, I sat in peace;

Now with everything! I disagree.

Capture me inside you heart so I can find my way into love;

Without somebody to read all my writings,

I could never have written enough…

And I would be left screaming at the wind.