My Soul Hurts...

... set me free.


The wind once blew
So hard it hurt
To stand and face the time
A freezing gust across my face
Led to this bleeding rhyme
The earth it's self quaked
With Lifes very breath
And still the wind blew more
Quicken steps that led no where
Except another locked door
My soul, it breaks
Sharp pain through my head
I cry and still I love the sound
Of the wind's dance through the trees.

UPDATE: I have reciently had requests for copies of this... and I don't know why, for it hurts me still to look at it and think of how I felt when I drew it. It's still an honor though that people are starting to want my work... makes me happy to a degree. And right now i'll take all of it that I can get.