21st Oct 2019
Cold, grey miserable day .
I have come late to write my offering for the challenge.
But I have come.
So:
Day 21 - Going with the Prompt
Screaming Into The Wind
Little by little ,inside my head,
It grows,
Becomes the heaviest of weights,
To bear.
I try to hide it, abide it, so
nobody knows
How much it is harming, as if
They care.
One day, when almost ready
To burst,
I take myself down to the sea,
Alone
And there, as if slaking a
mighty thirst
I scream into the wind the
Biggest moan.
I scream into the salty wind,
And pray,
That I can keep going for just
Another day
Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteGrams, you spoke for most of us. Only Nature has the power to heal the wounds. Brilliant poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sunita
Delete"I scream into the wind"
ReplyDeleteROAR!! :-)
Yes, that's it.
DeleteThanks for your comment Sandi
A mournful tale indeed.
ReplyDeleteYes, but good too. You need to let off steam sometimes..
DeleteI can see this picture. I can feel this picture.
ReplyDeleteThat's great. Thank you
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