Screaming at the wind

 
 
Drunk in the shade;
The daylight is fading away.
Wishing today,
Could be any other day.
 
 
Sinking down deeper into my glass;
Waiting for another lifetime to pass.
Wasting away under a dying sun;
I break apart my mind every time I get drunk.  
 
 
Hidden whispers tell each other secrets.
The misery appears; I never did manage to see it.
Now torn into a thousand pieces is the book I am writing;  
I ripped it apart with such passion that I am becoming…
 
 
…something I never wanted to become.
I have lost all I had and now time is creeping upon,  
My back; it hangs there like a leech that you cannot reach.
It licks at my wounds with a barbed wire tongue  
And snatches at my skin with its razor teeth.
Soon I will be deceased.
 
 
Life is dirty, used, broken and bruised;
I have become what I never foresaw in those happy days of youth.
Under a shadow formed by a tree I sat in peace;
Now with everything!  I disagree.  
 
 
Capture me inside you heart so I can find my way into love;
Without somebody to read all my writings,  
I could never have written enough…
 
 
And I would be left screaming at the wind.
 
 
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