As the Wind Blows
As the wind blows and doors open and close love pours from my heart into an unknown
location a constant fight against hatred as it tries to enter the emptiness in my heart its
slowly seeping in to the invisible cracks in my heart which are suppose to be sealed a battle
between good and evil is what I prefer to call it as my emotions jump up and down in a
undesirable manner leaving my body in shock confused and puzzled at what’s really going
on causing it to fight away good and evil leaving me virtually heart less being love and hate
retardant but occasionally things seem to make it thru but it always seem to be hatred end
of the totem pole which causes me to fight harder to block all things out for the unwanted
feel of evil and the want for love which there seems to be none around leaving me heartless
emotionless and with a frown wondering will love ever come around
Copyright © Christopher Ross | Year Posted 2010
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