Caleb Andrew Ward

Rookie (08/02/1991 / Baltimore, MD)

Mr. Skeleton Howling Wind - Poem by Caleb Andrew Ward

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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