The swirling wind insists that it is here
As if I could deny it - every day
I hear it race around me, robbing cheer
From even sunny days. Its constant bray
Wears tidally upon my soul, and sweeps
My sanity to sea with every wave.
Even at night the howling never sleeps,
Nor will the sunlight shining brightly save
Me from this demon. It forever breaks
Upon the outer wall, and always shrieks:
That shrieking in its turn forever makes
My mind seep from my brain through tiny leaks
Yet none of this hurts worse than how my heart
By constant absence is pulled hard apart.
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