5 minute poetry

[RagnarofBurland]

Random Winded Sorrows

Where is it?
My Fair Wind?
That east Breeze?

I miss past days, when dispelled was gloom,
No longer, are the tempest blown yon.

Where is Joy?
Comfort Gone?
Alas! Alas! Alas!

I wish you would blow back,
to take away that cloud.

I miss it,
when my wind,
was ever here.

Now it is,
never here. lo!
A friend lost.

Yet still I,
await hope,
pray not vain.