Storms

Poem About Hardship

Mighty winds,
come see your dying friend,
come tell me fairy tales
come sing a jolly song,
distract me from the pain,
save me from my own disdain.

Mighty winds,
come teach me wisdom,
whisper me the names I’ve lost
warm the cooling heart,
portrait the falling dusk,
lead me through the night…

Mighty winds,
I can no longer sing along
the songs that made us smile,
forgive me but I’m gone,
I gave birth to many storms.

more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI

photograph by Michael Hull