All Turns Silent in the Meadows

It was the strangest thing I saw that day A grassy grove and a man shouting mad I didn't even know what to say His face dragged down by his eye bags His feet slept on the dirt, twigs were the bed Reaching the sky at his wrinkled fingers end Shouting "My heart is dry so I ask from my head" "What am I supposed to mend?" "Their faces are what's left." "The iron wind swept us all in the air, and there skin was far too fair, so thin that I heard every cleft." "The shouting of others kept me awake, but now silence keeps me late." "Why must I carry this weight, why was the wind too stubborn to eat me, and mark the others to their fate?" In a blink and a bang, the man was lying on the grass His red eyes now ran back On his shirt were soggy sags and a wet mass My body was left thin on red runny grass Crushed by the things I kept to himself A flatten smile met my frown As I stared at the rusty wind that took myself