Night Alone Poem by clara koehn

Night Alone

Rating: 5.0


The wind roars in the blackjacks
Turning and twisting the trees
Looking Looking

Looking for me

Not seeing me hunched behind
my darkened glass
Staring out into the wind and night
Safe and yet Not safe.
Waiting for the wind.

It cannot look forever
It will find me and blow
thru the glass
A hurricane in my haven

Tearing my heart it
will scatter it to the
four winds
My soul will fly among
the restless clouds
My hurt will fill the air
A tangible substance.

Yet for a few moments I
hold my quiet.....
and watch the blackjacks dance.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lexi Koehn 09 August 2012

This one gives me the chills! ! But i still like it :)

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