I can’t tell you about the winds the ones which shock my bones and minds and, as turning into storms left crippled me and freezing I can’t tell you about the flames the ones I hopes would ease the cold but cast shadows upon my heart and left me scorched and scarred I can’t tell you about the soil the one I had to dig through deep A fruitless search precious roots left me forlorn in leaves and dirt and I can’t tell you about the rain
the one which sinks into the soul a myriad of drops, turning into a flood left me dripping wet and purged And here I stand, with nothing more to give the words so many, yet to say less a broken man with broken thoughts picking up pieces to put them in place and here I am, shivering, on my bare feet I don’t want you to heal, I don’t want you to mend just bury me inside your warmth and seal these lips forever