Awoken from my nightmarish dreams,
The sounds of wind, howling
Its fists beating against my windows.
Branches scraping,
Like fingernails against the chilled glass.
Shadows creeping across the room
seeking, searching,
a lost child.
Wind howling still,
Like the ongoing, mournful cry of a wolf,
baying at the full moon.
On and on cries the wind
Forever searching for ears to listen,
longing to be heard.
Done By: Ashleen Romano
