Mikey's Poetry Book, Ch. 25

"The Wind That I Chase"

Candles and currents

push my abrasive desires

and deceits

to the wayside

while creation

extends its cold hands.

You could so easily

walk away from a past

that was never your’s

to repair.

Coatings of sweetened dirt

cake a heart

full of wonder,

one that will never

take off

to a foreign

type of sky.

Wings can only soar

from those

they can grow with.

My jaded outpost

sends me to look

towards the yonder

state of mind

that I fought so hard

to curse.

I ran with the wind

because I felt it,

I felt you.

The long lost shifting sea

and broken mountains.

Cease your questions

before nature

rebukes your mockery.

Before you are nothing

but to be spit out.

Let the tongues of old

grow dull

and drained of life.

May the soul within

ponder and wonder

as your language

ceases its self-concocted misery.

Teach me to wonder yet again

and to sing with a sharp tone

one that may pierce the sky.