Windy-Full Thoughts

Within’ my hands,
I held the wind,
My fingers
felt its breathe.
There for a moment,
gone again,
’till there was
nothing left.

Today I woke
to see the sun.
It wasn’t
very fun.
It showed of pain,
of suffering
When will this day
be done?

I left the womb
in trembling,
Will leave
just as I came.
The comfortless
need comforting,
Death’s sentiments:
The same.

Under the heavens,
down below,
No answer to
this riddle.
All meaningless,
I charge it so,
Life does not
seek acquittal.

Author: thefragrancewriter

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