Attackers Poem by Chanyn Fuller

Attackers



Wind nipping at my skin
Chilling my soul
I have to run, leave
Hand prints, shoe marks
Quite visible now
Whooshing, whirring
Ring in my ears
Maybe it’s the wind
Passing me by
Or a bad memory
Reconfiguring in my head
This night will never leave me
Taking the purity of my thoughts

Thursday, April 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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