Whispering Winds

Hello, Feelings of danger, just borderline from being a stranger. Wrapped with an emotional slice of anger. When does it all stop? Popping tops , listening day after day, as the gun goes pop. Knocks at the door; screams in the streets. Heat rains down upon your head and feet. Wondering could you be here? Right this minute, in the now, or just my imagination lost, instead. Dread the future, not knowing what it has in store. Close narrow minded thinking, leaves you guessing, whats next behind the door. Processing the urge to live free, even within the worse conditions. These cruel intentions, that you forgot to mention. Full blown repartitions misleading contradictions, of others lone finger. Linger in and out of consciousness, dazed, blazed and no longer amazed; lost in this mascaraed of slumber. Bearing witness to the things, that you think are true. When only escaping the pleasantry of times cracked view. Hello, and you are? Darius 1/13/17