Burning Wind

by Shruti   May 2, 2019


(it is 2 am.
who is in your thoughts?)

The sky is more red and less black tonight.
I feel like the world is ending
and you are there, painting it with the last colour left in your pocket.
If it were true, I would never step inside.
.
The day you ran away, no one spoke a word.
After all, you were only a young boy who dreamt of swallowing fire
until they told you to never dream again. You burned.
.
I often feel like you are in my room.
Everyone says it is the wind and I say the wind is you.
.
They tell me they are sorry; but they are only afraid.

(...the wind.)

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3rd May, 2019

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  • 1 month ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    A poem that is expressed as well as this deserves to nestle on the softest turquoise velvet cushion.
    Beautiful.

    • 1 month ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you! Much appreciated.

  • 2 months ago

    by Tanya Southey

    I love this!

    • 2 months ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you!

  • 2 months ago

    by Bryce

    Hory shet. This is so good and so raw, conjuring up raw emotions so well. Amazing.

    • 2 months ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you very much!

  • 2 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This has so much depth to it... I can't even explain how hard it hit me..

    • 2 months ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you!

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