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The Devil in the Wind
Sometimes I fall, and it seems easier just to fall than to climb back up.
Because when I fall, I feel free.
I feel as though I can fly, but I can't.
I simply fall so fast and hard that everything starts spinning, rushing, and there's no time to think,
I get sucked into the storm and then spit out at the brink.
And coming to my senses is often too late. I lose everything.
Everything I worked so hard to gain, everything about myself, all my efforts in vain.
And the pain of losing it all is not worth the high I obtained.
Shame, guilt, anger and madness feed me till I'm full,
As I self-reproach and surrender to the pull.
As the storm calls me like the devil in the wind.
A perpetual loop from beginning back to end.
Copyright ©
Andrea Elrod
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