Chasing the wind,
I feel the wind touch my skin,
Pushing me out,
Out of my black world,
Pushing me forward,
All I can do is obey,
Slowly I start to walk,
Feeling like I'm in a trance,
The wind whispers to me,
I run down the stairs,
Try not to listen to the curses,
And shut the door,
The sun shines down on me,
But all I feel is the wind,
Ordering me to obey,
So I do,
I start running,
And don't look back,
I run down my street,
Old long lived houses look down on me,
Wondering why a little boy is running,
At midnight,
Running like the devil is chasing him,
I glare at the houses,
With people inside,
That never care to listen,
To that little running boy,
That screams almost every night,
Right now I don't care,
About anything,
I only want to run,
Try to catch the wind,
And forget everything that hurts me,
The cold starts to get me,
Slowly turning my skin blue,
But still the wind calls to me,
Pushing me forward,
Dragging me further and further away from home,
Away from hurt,
Away from tears,
Away,
I like the wind,
She takes care of me,
Whispers to me when I am weak,
Maybe just maybe,
No…
I just hope the wind never dies,
Like she did.
You'll get a cookie is you can guess about who it is and about who that person thinks.
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.