The Wind Blew Poem by Jim Meyerholtz

The wind blew cold,
cold as night,
cold as ice,
cold as life.



In my soul the cold cut.
Out the cold I can't shut.
The wind too hard. the cold too deep.
The cold into my heart began to seep.



I let the cold go away.
I gave up my heart that day.
It was the wind that pulled it out.
I felt no pain, I didn't shout.



My heart iS frozen, blood is ice.
Pain is gone. To be numb is nice.
Life is gone in the wind,
to twist. turn. and spin.



It has gone out of control,
Inside me is now a hole.

The wind howls in the hole within,
The hole where warmth had been.



Warmth is gone, the cold is all that's left.
It was taken in a act Of theft.
The wind has me now,
To its power I must bow.



I hope the wind will stop.
To the warmth I will drop.
I can't stop this storm,
For now, the heart's ripped and torn.


The ice broke it loose.
The wind blew it away.
When the sun will return,
I can't say.