The Wind of Sorrows

I can hear it...the wind of sorrows.

It's coming to visit again soon

And it will arrive before the dawn of tomorrow.

I'm prepared...it won't surprise me.

I can hear it, rustling through the leaves,

I can smell it, the stench of being melancholy.

I can even feel it, the touch of awkwardness in a breeze.

I know it's out there hiding in shadows,

Lurking in darkness, looking for me.

I can hear it...the wind of sorrows.