Mr. Skeleton Howling Wind Poem by Caleb Andrew Ward

Mr. Skeleton Howling Wind



The wind blows brash and uninhibited

as though a rush of steeds fly by.

If i stopped dead pace, looked deep,

into the breezeway it would be dark.

Cold. Lonely. Helpless.

But i’ll keep looking though there is,

only pain in the mix.

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