Wind

The clouds roll in
the last rays
of sunlight 
try to fight
but it is impossible

I quicken my pace
rain pours down
from the harsh sky
if the wind
was to my back
I would have an easier time

I hide in my shoulders
using them as a shell
against the unforgiving wind
it screams its words
of hate and anger
into my ears

lights flicker
and the town is thrown
into a dark oblivian
of the howling wind
and pounding rain

the blasting wind
pushes the rain
into my eyes
I walk aimlessly
the water sloshing
against the curb

I reach home
the wind tries to come in
but I slam the door
in its unworthy face
wind can be welcomed
with open arms 
but now it can
be shoved away

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

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