Wind that frightens
The wind prowls like a hungry whisper,
stalking the night with ragged breath.
It claws at the eaves,
rattles old bones in the walls,
and mutters through keyholes
as though searching for a name to steal.
I sit awake while shadows tremble,
listening to its language of chaos,
a wild voice that knows no mercy.
It carries echoes I never invited,
forgotten fears, unwelcome memories,
things I tried to bury under gentler seasons.
Branches scrape across the glass,
a bony hand without a face,
and the chimney moans like a waking ghost,
complaining of unfinished storms.
Tonight, the wind remembers me,
and I feel too small to silence it.
But darkness passes, even when it screams,
and when the sun appears,
the wildest storm must bow and leave.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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What a poem for the wind when it frightens one; one must go out and embrace it as you have done with the poem.