I wish you would change

I wish to











want to be
Able to come









home. With no
Worries what









will happen. For
The darkness









that will come upon
Me. When I









walk into the small
House I feel the








warmth against my face.







Cold as the winter ice. I hear the wind




It’s as










scream when you



By you











stand and I shiver


I walk












in place but try to

When














stand tall and face
Breeze
















you but you are
A cold















like a bull ready to
Then

















charge. I wish
But
















for you to change.