The changing wind reminded me
of lost control of life.
The trees shed leaves, sun sought to set:
a season’s resolved strife.
Those hurt do seek resolution.
But feeling all would end
was forest, wind. Surrounding self,
collapses, turns and rends.
-Those hurt do seek resolution.- Strong words my friend. It’s been a while since I last wrote my own poem. Might as well make one. :) Thanks!