WHISPERS OF THE WIND

My voice echoed against the four walls of the room, until it became an echo of an echo and was lost.
I buried m face in my hands, thankful that they at least had not deserted me.
Tears filled my eyes and i cried but only to myself because there was no one to share them with, I was not merely confused but i was lost; lost in this stone hearted world.
I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, it seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare, sometimes loud and harsh; a thousand sharp needles scratching my skin. sometimes a whisper... i know now the wind has been speaking to me.
I don't know where to start but there must be a place of love, a place of hope.

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