The Wind Blows a Gale

The wind blows a gale
On the south coast
And people get freaky
With it.
The sea cuts up rough
And the trees dance
As though possessed
By demons.
My mind scatters
In every direction
Looking for trouble
Convinced of imminent
Danger.
I’ll have none of it
And stay true
To my sky nature.

It’s best not to take
Anything
Too personally
Or I may go insane
Like everyone else.
Tempest

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