Category: Poetry

For the Wolves

Running wild, through the woods Only thinking of a thing seeing the trees the wander around looking for a degree.

Feathers flying delicately through the air wondering around aimlessly thinking of things it shouldn’t be thinking like when it wanted

In this night of all nights I stand alone with your dying body While I sit there weeping you are

Wandering around The world today Looking for a clue Watching the wars To tired to care Covering my eyes If

Closing mans eye To see the feeling Of the loved and the innocent Watching above The world, a dove, Closing

Running away From the darkness above The darkness of love it looks like a dove. walking away from the wailing

Aging wonderfully through the nights wing Sounding perfectly like a gem Holding to life like it were a child Seemingless

Jumping down hollow wells Trying to find a hill Following my deadly instinct Going through heaven and hell Just to

Looking at the pale moon’s side Trying to find a place to bide Frosting the way of its gaze Watching

Blood pouring from my open wound Crying out in pain as I see my leg bursting in bloom Praying to