Glean the rustles from the wind

…Glean the rustles from the wind…

I am invoking for the wind once more.
My companion during the cold nights.
that I am now again writing myself-my stories in a poem…

Felt suffocated…. felt a lot more of the pain…still feeling a little less….
but my hands are fully free.
Even struggling to make a stroke…
Letters are wobbling,
Yet my words are clear…

Unlike my days, when they have had incessantly turned into atrocious nothing…
and nights were spent,
written into emotional collapse, freakin’ breakdowns!

Ohhhh!!!!!

May you hear the whisper of the wind.
About what thoust forgotten…
May it not turn into a murmur…
Should thoust not ignored my agony…
May the wind so gentle…
Attuned to your soul
May the wind tell!
For a broken heart can speak no more!