Moving Wind

Yet another one about moving.

 

Taking me, forcing me to a place unknown

Gray, dark, cold endless solitude, nothing to love

This persistent wind won't leave me alone

Screeching at me, whirling around me

I desperately grip for anything that will anker me to this land

Please wind let me stay with this joy in this vast free land

But it refuses and overpowers me

Forcing me far into this endless gray place

How I wish I could stay…

Stay in this colorful place, this limitless place

I am slowly defeated and begin to transform into grey

I lose all memory of the once happy land

Now all that is left is this endless grey

I close my eyes and let the wind take me

With its slow, gentle sway…

Reviews

This is very good. I like how it just seemed to flow. I thought writing about wind is a great idea and the words were great. The last few lines are very powerful! Great poem.