Wailing winds, you haunt me so
Tortured sorrow, let me go
Burning flame within my soul
Quench your thirst and leave me whole
Dark of night inside my eyes
Release my tears and let me cry
Open wounds of broken flesh
Blood flow strong and heal to crest
Weary legs, please do not fall
Hold my weight against this wall
Mind don’t race or wander on
Hold my thoughts and keep them strong
A stumbling shell of who I am
I must walk on to distant land
Where I may die, rest not my bones
Gather the dust and send me home
Yes, there are some of my poems that cross "the line" if you will. This one isn't quite there by my standards, but I'm trying to take you there gently.
Frank
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OH NO, acually there are all aspects in my works. As there are all aspects in us all.
FWIW, not all my works are about me or even have anything to do with me.
This one in particular was inspired by the memory of one very hard time in a dear friend's (now departed) life.
NO, there is NO such thing as suicide in ANY of my works!
Frank
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