Reckless Wind

Updated on November 10, 2017

I am oddly scared of my self

Since it manifested itself

The holy ghosts the evil clouding its soul

Whenever they come and go

My essence feels like a bile of soil

The wind is sheltering its breeze

Recklessly trying to freeze

The breeze is stubborn and weak

A blessing in disguise is what it sees

When it is not me the world is a clear sea

© 2017 ItharLaban


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