Counsel unwanted(2): Secured
I hear the winds
Tossing and turning
Lies and deceit
From all directions
Winds of confusion
Trying to find a place...
A way to enter,
But my corners are secure
My ears are fine-tuned
To the frequency
Of everlasting hope
And every hit
Of unwanted counsel
Blows it's strike
in the wind...

5 thoughts on “Fractions of poetry”