Irreversible Damage

Started with a gust of wind
Blowing debris
Blowing raindrops
Blowing scents

and then it stops.

Next accompanied with a little howling
of tin can clucking
of pebbles rolling
of tree and shrubs shaking
before it ceases.

But no one moves
No fence strengthen 
No pets secured
No alarms blared
. . . until its, too late

The howls and the wind returns

Ferociously howling

Continuously blowing

Rapidly flooding

Now every bits are gone

I had tried holding on

on the branches of love

love you had completely destroyed

with the tsunami of hatred

that you folded me in

when you claimed the whispers of the winds

as a mere joke to dine with wine

. . . so welcome to my haunted forest

        forgive me not for brushing you off

        be confused of my erratic attitude

        ... or none

        for you now I am but a ghost

        forcibly living, love a mere illusion.