Winds Rage On

Terrified! Terrified!
Within I try to hide.
Winds rage on and on.
Object of fear… be gone.
Scared… so scared.
I am so afraid and unaware.
You cry. You try.
You cannot ask why.
The weight of hate,
It can suffocate…
All that I feel
And protect with steel.
Stout. Stout.
I must step out.
The falling air
Will bring despair.
Get back. Step back.
Prepare for attack.
This is your friend.
This is the end.

1-23-1999 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

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