Wind Of Death


When I was a child

A wind gusted strong and wild


It smelt of death and

A change was in its breath


I wanted it to go away

And all it did was stay


I died a little inside

Having no one to confide


Buried it fast and deep

Not stopping to weep


But listen to that sound

Nothing like it can be found


That strange wind

Is picking up again


But where it blows

Well, only god knows


And I’m running to hide

Because there’s no one to confide


I don’t want to feel that way

The death I felt inside that day



Written on

October 16, 2006

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dont really remember what this poem was about but I do know its true.

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