A Wayward Wind
I feel the wayward wind,
Whispering incessantly to me.
It comes unbidden but then
So many events come unbidden.
The wind promises me an afterlife,
It threatens death forthwith.
I dare to walk forward,
Meet my ultimate dreadful destiny
Be it sorrow or love
Success or mere defeat.
The path is etched too murky,
The horizon is masked in gloomy mist
Hidden from me with such painful cruelty,
With sinister shadows and shameful secrets,
Neurotic dreads and bitter tears.
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