• Gusting wind
    Blowing rain
    Hitting my face with pain
    Each drop a nail.
    They told me not to
    Unless I want to die
    But here I am
    dying
    slowly
    painfully
    in the heart of it all.
    Where one heart is thriving
    And another is suffocating
    The wind picking up speed
    the rain making me slip
    Suddenly I'm flying
    dancing.
    In it's heart I'm a feather
    Until I'm not.
    And there I lie
    limp
    In it's heart.