A Feeling on the Breeze

©tammi hartley

I feel it on the breeze,
A rumbling — a roaring
Blowing through the trees.
It brings me to my knees
Overwhelming — it’s taking over
My soul is going to freeze.

I feel it on the air,
Mug and smug
As if caught in your stare.
Are you even really there?
Sometimes I get the feeling
That you don’t really care?


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