A Prayer to the Wind

When wind whispers


Across bare skin

And snatches

Left-over love

Out from under my rib

That’s when I’ll breathe


Wishing to hurt no more

Beseeching the god’s to disremember,

Who I was holding love for.

Wretched, is this hell


Betwixt love and hate

Winds fan the fires

Refusing to abate

I seek to cleanse myself


Charring memory in pyre

Flames mate with my winds

Ancient lovers, who have conspired





  1. taurusingemini · February 16, 2017

    Sometimes, it takes going through HELL, to get over your own broken heart, and just when we thought we’re done, we’re, reminded, of the one who’d loved us, then, betrayed us, then, we hurt, ALL over again…


  2. boundlessblessingsblog · February 16, 2017

    Oh so beautiful penned lines, a prayer to the wind pl. come and take me to the heart that is waiting for me. Great poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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