Reflection in the Wind

Poem written in ten minutes, no corrections

The wind bellows at great strength
mangling my hair and causing blurred visions
I can see the last few days
of life as myself
until I reach the apex
of this time I remain still
being lost in my own soul
twisting and turning
only to end up at the very beginning

I see deterioration in the last days
with the impulse to break free
too weak to respond
to the many ideas floating in my brain
lost
days float amongst the horizon
at the equator
my heart has grown weary

Swooosh
Another day of reflection
blind-sided by life
alone and scared are the only
two feelings pondering in my head
left alone within the gusts of wind
Hopefully time will sit still long enough
for me to see
the true me