The Wind (A Poem)

I woke up this morning with a guilty state of mind

I thought to myself, "How can I survive in a world designed to tear me apart?"

I woke up this morning with hate in my heart and regret on my tongue

I could feel my gums swell up

The wind has kept me inside for a few days, yet I find the howl soothing

I hear the birds chirping in the morning, it's always the same

Here's something I've been thinking about

The fly buzzes and is swat away

The spider casts a web and waits