The wind changed as I lay dying
Hands chained
Mouth shut
I lay, my body freezing.
It’s cold, but the pain slows
Till I feel no more.
The wind changed
From a cool summer breeze
To a winter storm.
I feel helpless, I feel death.
Angered and alone, I weep
Unable to move
I look with my weary eyes
Until darkness falls
And I look no more.
The wind changed when I died.
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