And the Wind Blows Empty

And the Wind Blows Empty
By Paul Mansfield Keefe

The wind blows empty
Through the hollow of the soul

The sun calls mightily
The body stretching up, bold and triumphant

But the shine dulls on unfulfilled promise
Snarling teeth tear at the flesh of hope and desire

Leaving the soul wanting
Disillusioned and crippled

Burn sun, burn down
Burn down till darkness fills the void of days infinite

There upon the ashes lay truth, barren and naked
And the wind blows empty

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