Fog absorbs the dreary field
Covering the morning sky
Feeling hopeless as desires yield
No answers when the questions die
Raising my arms to soak in the scene
Attempting to break this life
The breeze rises as senses grow keen
Like the stabbing of a knife
This wind will not draw pain to I
It gives me a welcoming chill
As it wails, in its arms I lie
Comfort me with truth it will
Thoughts and worries blow away
Flying with those that remain
Leave me now just for today
That I may try to be sane
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The rhyming is forced in a lot of places, and this poem would possibly benefit from punctuation.
However, the story of it is good and with a little revision, it will be wonderful.
sooty
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