Poem: Let The WInd Be My Friend.

Let The Wind Be My Friend.

by Steven Beesley

Let the wind soothe me,

sweep away all my mortal encumbrances

that plague my mind and

remove the fatigue that surrounds my life.

I grow weary, is it my age

or the pains and drudgery of life

that stab me daily like

splinters in a gaping wound.

My mind is filled with

nothing but sadness that

follows me wherever I turn

and haunts me like a spectre.

Sick of the short sighted

views, the biased and bigoted

rants that grace my ears,

let the wind carry them far away.

Let the wind be my friend and carry

me away to a place where I may

lay in lush green pastures

away from the inadequacies of

this slow tormented life I lead.

(c)Written 5/8/2008