by Ana M Torres
The wind is screaming change
and as it blows I wonder,
of things that could have been
so with the wind I flounder.
The wind is screaming change
but I don't think I'm ready,
To face such change alone,
and somehow staying steady.
The wind is screaming change
if only, if just only,
and the wind moves on
hate to feel so lonely.
The wind is screaming change
while I'm hanging on,
since nothing stays the same
whether right or wrong.
The wind is screaming change
but change is not for me.
how to hold it back
I may not want to see.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Ana M. Torres is a published author and poet. She published novels Love Child and its sequels Child No More, and Child Scorned. She is also the author of three Christmas/short story poetry books J and K Christmas, and the sole Shadowed Tears. She was born in New York and is the mother of two boys Jason and Kristofer.
Last updated September 05, 2022