Throwback Thursday Poetry: When the Wind is Lost

when the wind is lost
searching for time
trapped in the frost
the sun wont shine

it is a place
the dead men can find
life is not safe
with a man’s mind

within the snow
no one can stand
all that is not so
has now began

we will not rest
the search goes on
for what is left
and all that is gone

when the wind is lost
the dead men can find
all that is not so
and all that is gone

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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