Lonesome Winds Collection Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Though some wind strikes catastrophic end
some blows concrete chills
some are ferocious as fire
gists no gust at all

winds are like self-acclaimed laurel
crowning an empty head
who keeps on bragging himself

perhaps the wind pushing my pen
misread by curious men
as strayed bullet
hitting aimless aim

and by now they would know
the wind I've revealed
still and motionless
a breathless wind traps
on a book pocket -
a random diaries
of time with rhythm
of defeated and triumphant dreams