Morgan Meinders-The Wind
The grass waved in the harsh wind
Huddling together for warmth,
As the sky unleashes it’s wrath
It stings my nose and cheeks,
Trying to rip me to the inevitable.
It drags my body to the dark,
Bringing tears to my eyes.
I think of all the obscurity it brings me.
It’s like amnesia, wrapping its strong fist around my throat.
I gasp for air, but I can’t seem to get enough.
My hair slaps my face like a whip,
My eyes are swollen from all the tears.
I scream for help…
But nothing comes out of my mouth.
There’s nothing but the howling of the wind,
Or the way it grabs at my clothes.
Then, it’s gone.
I lie on the hard ground, my body jutting in weird angles.
I slowly open my swollen eyes,
Staring at the pink sky.
It’s almost harsh, the beauty of it.
And like a maniac, a smile stretches across my face.
And I laugh, like nothing happened.
I laugh because of the wind.
I laugh because of all of the pain it has caused me.
I laugh, just because I can.
And you know what?
The wind laughs with me,
Laughs for me,
Laughs at me.
I try to get up, but my body won’t grant my request.
Staring at the sky, I feel a calm come over me.
A slight breeze starts, rubbing against my skin
As if it were apologizing for earlier.
Turning my head, I watch as the clouds move across the rosy sky,
It’s all just too surreal.
Slowly, I close my bloated eyes and see the stars painted behind my eyelids.
My breath slowly turned to nothing.
And as I breathed my last breath,
I thank the wind.