autumn stress

mocuisle

The sound of whistling the roar of a storm

It can bring you some happiness and also bring harm

Its strength is so varied from timid to strong

The length of the blowing can be short or long

 

I often lie awake at night

Listening to it and as I shiver in fright

The wind is definitely one of my fears

As I listen to its strength I cover my ears

 

Clinging to the blanket I shut my eyes

Under the blanket I try to hide

Into the pillow I bury my face

Its hard to escape the wind for it can be in any place

 

The wind also has beauty its not all bad

It’s a necessity for the world so I’m rather glad

It gathers the leaves and pushes them high

And lets them go before reaching the sky

 

I walk along the empty streets

As the leafs they scatter across my feet

I can feel the air its getting colder

Blowing around it whirls past my shoulder

 

Waking up its getting darker

Making getting up even harder

And as for the rain

It starts to fall again

 

All the seasons speak the truth

Nature decaying to bring back the youth

You hear the wind convinced it lies

But that’s your flaw that’s deep inside

 

Thoughts inside my twisted head

Better of not to be said

The leaves they fall just like my tears

I wonder will the leaves come back next year

 

 

 

  • Author: M.M (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 12th, 2017 13:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: things are just getting so hard and theres just nothing i can do. my hands are just tied, i speak the truth get told i lie. i wish some people could be in my shoes just for a day, tell me how it could be any other way. I'm not fucking perfect but hey? am i still worth it?
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  • FredPeyer

    After reading your comment, I think (but am not completely sure) you are using the storm/wind metaphor to talk about your own life. Just like we have no power over the weather, sometimes we don't or think we don't have any power over what is happening to us. What we do have power over though is ourselves.
    Of course you are worth it! Once you get that into your pretty head, doors might open, solutions might be found. But in the meantime you have no choice but to hunker down and let the storm ride itself out.
    Do I make any sense here?

    • mocuisle

      you do yes thank you so much

    • winternightsky123

      I read this poem three times. Not because I don’t understand, or don’t agree. Because I love it so much. You have portrayed exactly how I feel about life itself. Thankyou so much for putting my feelings into words for me. This is amazing 👍

      • mocuisle

        aww thank you! means a lot 🙂



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