Winds In My Head

there’s a wind in my head

but no air

no oxygen, no one begging for my love

there’s no sights or sounds

but there’s a wind, and it blows

with unrelenting intensity and desire

as if, maybe, it wants to be let out

or can it mean something wants in?

desperate times call for desperate measures

I stand on the ledge, with the wind in my head

wishing that if I push myself close enough

something will answer my dying call

the wind in my head blows through reason

logic, and loyalty

begging me to choose the stories I hate

I think my sadness wants to stay forever

if I could ever eviscerate this dread

unspeakable happiness could be mine

unfortunately, my eyes and soul aren’t aligned

so I continue to battle the wind in my head

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