“Winds Bellowing”: another draft

This is what I have so far for my poem “Winds Bellowing”. We’ll see what happens of if I keep it as a short poem. It’s rather scattered, but I’m working on connecting everything.

“Winds Bellowing”

Winds bellowing questions

of where and when,

who and how

swept through my body

as I stood along the top of Mount Monadnock,

my former self fading

into the horizontal skyline,

providing me the solutions to riddles

many twenty somethings face.

Just kidding. None of that is true.

None of that happened

Because I needed to pore my sole

To you

In this poem.

Questions frequently haunt me,

A vivid nightmare disguised

In a cosplay we call life

how to pay student loans,

the debt towering

from beneath the sea

what you + me equals and why

there is no “See. I told ya so!”

added in to this equation

of what I am going to produce

with my life,

to make money

or die defending my art.

Each question their own country,

rest along the banks of my heart,

unlocking the key to riddles

of what it means to become an adult

in this chaotic, messed up world.

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