Learning Lessons Poetry: "There's always a moral to the story or poem in this case".

Wind whipping through the silence of the night---The lulling

breeze quickly follows along. The calm before the storm is what

haunts us all....

The cold air tickles my nose--my face flushed with coldness, I

linger outside awhile longer; Inhailing deeply---breathing in the

nights cool air.

Tears spring to my eyes as I think of all the trials and tribulations

I've encountered, wishing I could lock it away--leaving the past

where it belongs---in the past.

One step foward. Two back--Making it a habit now;Trying to

break away from it all.

Static fills my head--like a radio stuck in between two

stations;Trying to turn it off, I wondered if there was an easy way

out. Quickly I realized there was no such thing as easy.

Making the same mistakes more then twice; putting my trust in all

the wrong places---Common sense hit me like a ton of bricks.

Found myself...Although suffering the consequences of my

actions--Walking away and determined never to look upon this

again...Locking it in my vault of the past. I'd learned a lesson.