The Wind Howls Poem by Stephenie VanCampJones

Like a wild animal
who marks its claim into the night.
It whips on through
the isolated caverns in my head
leaving fragmented thoughts with punctuation
and completed sentences upturned.

I feel alone and vulnerable
even when whispered
by warm breaths to my right.
My attention is diverted
yet held hostage;
for I am a thousand miles away
distracted by nothing in particular,
yet everything at the same time.