Kevin Fairbrother Poet Verse

Wind

WIND

by

Kevin L Fairbrother



The wind, so cold, so bloody cold

Wraps it’s freezing breath around me

Aches my head, numbs my body

Sucks my energy and dulls my brain

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The wind it smashes, it breaks, bends and twists

Everything within it’s non-yielding path

Destruction every-where I look…it’s hell

As Mother Nature vents her fury on earth

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The wind howls and screams it deafens me

I am fearful for it is relentless…it  gives no ground

I seek shelter and relief… but where

For this freezing blast of cold air is everywhere

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The safety of my home so near… yet so far

As another blast completely bowls me over

It rolls me over and over and buries me beneath the snow

And blackness engulfs me… I’m buried alive

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I feel no pain…just silence… but I am cold 

So bloody cold, I’m shivering, shaking…feel so numb

I’m hovering between life and death… I loose consciousness

A blackness overwhelms and engulfs me

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Surely I’m dead… but awaken in hospital

The wind, the snow, the cold has frozen my body 

Frost-bite…now I feel horrendous pain

So much pain that I black out again

Only to be revived and the pain has subsided

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For weeks and months I endured the pain

Minus fingers toes … a leg… I wish I was dead

Because I tempted fate by venturing into the wind

A wind that went so close to leaving me dead

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Poet Destroyer A April 6, 2015 at 12:00 AM Hello Kevin, WOW! This is way better than my wind poem. Different than most wind poems I've read. I'm gonna tell you the truth, I did not expect it to take a turn and twist. I thought your poem, was gonna talk about how refreshing the wind is... hehe~ Love the Poem,... That was some WIND hu.... hugs..Linda Kevin Fairbrother May 20, 2019 at 1:15 AM A belated thanks, sorry about not thanking you sooner. Blame it on old age, I just don't remember to remember. Cheers and thanks again. Kev

Charmaine Chircop November 30, 2014 at 11:30 PM When we take that risk to venture in the wind far from the safety and warmth of our home..We can get get whirled..killed...Or in the end we could ride on that wind..So no giving up.not even with a less leg. Welcome to ps+Excellent kevin! Kevin Fairbrother May 20, 2019 at 1:21 AM A belated thank-you, Charmaine, much obliged for perusing my poem. Don't often look at comments and I don't get notified if there are any. Cheers, Kev