Let the Wind Be My Friend

Let the wind soothe me, sweep away all my mortal encumbrances that plague my mind and remove the fatigue that surrounds my life. I grow weary, is it my age or the pains and drudgery of life that stab me daily like splinters in a gaping wound. My mind is filled with nothing but sadness that follows me wherever I turn and haunts me like a spectre Sick of the short sighted views, the biased and bigoted rants that grace my ears, let the wind carry them far away. Let the wind be my friend and carry me away to a place where I may lay in lush green pastures away from the inadequacies of this slow tormented life I lead. Steven Beesley (c) Written 5/8/2008