Weathered Mind

by Baby Rainbow   Jun 15, 2015


Racing thoughts rush through my mind
as fast as wind travels through the blades of a windmill.

Controlled by the powerful gusts,
I am left with no control.

And I pray for the days when the cold wind stops blowing,
and my weathered mind can finally catch its breath.

Saffie
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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Lovely imagery in this. "and my weathered mind can finally catch its breath". Poetic.