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
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Author:
M.M (Pseudonym) (
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- 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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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?
you do yes thank you so much
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 👍
aww thank you! means a lot 🙂
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