The Wind’s Tirade
When the wind talks, I listen. I let it vent.
The wind's tirade, disturb the seas
Thoughts scatter, and peace flees
A raging tempest, is what my canvas sees
But– The storm calms as my pen cries
My sky may fall until the ink dries
From the night's fall to next time the sun is called to rise
The weight of my palms fall onto a blank space
The wind's tirade bawl to my face
I pour my heart onto the page, painting a picture
A puzzle of characters form a labyrinth of venture
The silhouettes of my qualms walk the center
Letters form a face, the same as in the mirror
With every word the vapor clears, peace's trace becomes clearer
The day grows nearer
I lie in wait for the light to surround me
Scattered thoughts, no longer shroud me
The wrath of the waters fades
Silenced, is the wind's tirade
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
Comments (1)
I love the line. "But– The storm calms as my pen cries". I use my writing to process the storms in my life and this really spoke to me! Keep it up