The Haunted Wind Whispers
The whispering wind still calls out my name
With an echoing breeze that haunts me
A mournful reminder of all my shame
That forever will tease and taunt me
Under the watchful dead eyes of the blind
Lies a shadow that tortures my soul
This cloud that carries the voice in my mind
Still follows me wherever I go
In a dark dwelling that houses my fears
A lonely space I cluttered myself
But till the wind dies that howls in my ears
I'll have to place my heart on the shelf
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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