James Darwin Smith II
James Darwin Smith II Poems
The Wind Of Change, The Change Of Wind
The wind it frolics
Caressing my being
Upon a guile fashion
At other times
Becomes too scorching to even breathe
Yet, in the wind
All in its good, bad or ugly ways
It teaches lessons
Many tough ones perhaps
But in the struggles it is found
That the good always prevails
And the ugly those souls become barren of existence
In these very times
Hard to imagine the great coming through
So much negativity around
Adaption to it for the many
Only makes perfect ...
I have learned to cloak myself from the living
From the eyes of lost and found dreams
But at the same time
My eyes became blind of any hope
And this affliction became cured with disease
What if wrong was really right?
What if right was really wrong?
What if these feelings within had light?