I Rage

A Poem

I rage against the wind,
And the wind replies,
I feel the terror of your pain.

I rage against the wind, 
And the wind says,
I hear your pitiful screams.

I rage against the wind,
And the wind replies,
I taste the tears of your sorrow.

I rage against the wind,
And the wind says,
I see your anguished face.

I rage against the wind,
And the wind replies,
I smell the sweat of your fear.

I rage against the wind,
And the wind blows it back to me,
And says this is yours,
Not mine. Keep it.
It is your yesterday,
And your tomorrow.

And still I rage until exhaustion overcomes me,
And I taste the iron of my own blood in my mouth,
And I sink to me knees and cry,
I cry for the sorrow I have wrought,
Upon myself,
Over and over. 

And still I cry,
Until the grasses grow green from my tears, 
And the rivers flow deep and wide,
flooding the great alluvial plains,
The lakes are filled,
And bullrushes grow tall.
And the great ocean currents ebb and flow.

And I rage at the wind no more,
For it is over.
And the wind dies.
And all is quiet now.

Silent.

© Gavin J. Chalcraft