Caleb Andrew Ward
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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