White Wind

It takes so much effort to separate the present from the past

I am a dam on the verge of breaking

I am a damned one

And the waves are coming, surge by surge by surge

I am eroding

No holds barred.


So we speak to each other, but don’t believe what we say

So we listen to each other, we don’t hear either way

So we fight for each other, in the hope of getting martyred

Death would make everything easier – if it’s not by the tide.


The wind is howling

Where once there were walls, shelter and safety, there is nothing

The wind bears no scent, and no color, and no taste

The wind is empty

And so am I

After the wave

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