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