Bitter Wind


A wind swept over me,
and knocked me off my feet.
It brought me to my hands and knees-
an utterly cruel defeat.

A constant struggle consumes me,
trying to stand back up.
But the bitter wind keeps creeping,
it hasn't had enough.

My eyes are focused forward,
but my mind is focused back.
No hope of a heroic escape,
from the haunting of the past.

Words said, actions taken -
nothing can be erased.
For the winds in my pursuit
carry all my horrors retraced.

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