Sensitive Winds Blowing Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Sensitive winds blowing
Unbeknownst to world
Stagnant enduring
Blind eyes clutching
Sources of a dismal false lease


Pollution of silence fills the air
Ignoring the beauty of a soul's ascension
Towards the goodwill of others
Wanting what is best all around
On the outside
a sad and dormant imprisonment


Cries of an introverted smile
Trying to escape
a haven dangling all around
Everywhere intrepid dreams are seen
Only to fear the honesty of pristine peace
Wholehearted agendas wanting what is best
For the honor of the world as a whole


Suicidal trials
Feeling weak for not doing the worst
Stuck in stanzas of unwilling verses
As the chorus reigns
in the mind of utter illusion


Looking downward, falling
Descending spirals upon internal chaos
The scenery, oblique, spinning feverishly
Anxiety in a panic uncertainty
Sweat pouring from great heights above



Phantom mirages of unclear motives
Uncut to the wisp of defragment proximity
Shrapnel of a distant longevity



The nature of a self-cleansing
Is when everything is finally revealed
When things are too late to be seen
By peeks that were peaking the whole time
Silence of those accidently ignoring



What is a savior to the world?
But an event too late for saving



Sensitive winds blowing
To feel that for what is unfulfilling
The very worst feeling of them all



The sensitive winds keep blowing
Yet, where do they blow from here?


Helplessly, Hopelessly
After everything withdrawn