Changing Winds

Sick and tired of being sick and tired

Words I've stated many times

Thoughts that consistently invade my thoughts

Lost and found once a year

Tired of always losing myself

To the changing winds

Breathe in

Breathe out

In comes the clear air

Out comes the poison

Can I have one year

Without losing it all

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~ hmmm... with me, one year is a long time... there's so much chaos around me that if one week passes somewhat peacefully, it's a blessing... ~ i relate to this piece a lot...

[CriticalxxAngel]

I love the simplicity of this poem, with true emotions behing those few words. I enjoy how relatable this can be. Great Poem