The Wind

Thu, 07/03/2014 - 13:58 -- Epsteph

As I yell no one hears.

As the wind blows, the words disappear.

I don't have the patients for when it stops.

It takes away my breath and the words don't come out.

The wind, thinking it was a friend.

Turns on to be my worst enemy.

As I cant speak, the words don't come out.

Yelling does not help.

All I can hear is the faint sound of my breath.

How can I speak, when the wind takes away my words and I can't express myself .

The wind stops, and my words are finally here.

The patients I didn't have came back when the wind went away.

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Epsteph

This is how I feel when I can't have any peace and quiet in my room, because the constant yelling their is with my brothers and sisters. Thanks for viewing and please comment I would love to here what you think. :)

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