Whisper In The Wind Poem by Mc Dean Navarette

Have been I in my darkest days,
Where couldn't I find my place;
Maketh I so many weird ways,
Filling my own empty space.

Ssshhh... Listen to that quite sound
Whisper in the wind heareth I around;
Hunting preys chasing I like a hound,
'Run! Escape! Till thou reach that bound.'

Chase! And see what's inside of me,
Groaning, trembling, finding scape to flee;
Blind-folded eyes, oh! Couldn't I see!
Deep down troubles wanting to be free.

Judgeth am I in thy own expression,
Knowing not mine own chief intention;
Help me! I can't escape from this possession,
Of burnout, anxiety and depression.

Whisper in the wind once again blows,
Hushing mine ears during my life lows;
Rescue me from a place where no light glows,
I'm in trouble! Hoping somebody knows.