The Whispering Wind

Whispering winds
blow through my mind,
telling stories and tales
of times left behind.

Things long forgotten
stir in the breeze
as memories awaken
to torment and tease.

Years fly by like days,
be it blue skies or grey,
more than I care to count
in any manner or way.

Lives I cannot recall,
though I try my best,
they burden my soul.
I cannot let it rest.

Struggle day by day
until the very end
trying to understand
the whispering wind.