I have walked for miles
on many a moonless night,
carrying a wet torch
and pockets full of dust,
ignoring the wind's consolation,
trampling on bluebells
and spear grass
with equal indifference.
I couldn't make it.
I confessed to being alone
and naked to the wolves
chasing me;
I wept like a lamb
as they bit me.
In pain and despair
I reached for the sky
and hoped for a sign.
I'm still hoping.
- Author: anonymousblue ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2020 17:39
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Comments4
While you are hoping, use the torch to fight. Well penned and welcome to the site.
Thank you!
That wet torch will dry out and give you the light to move on and see the moon.
Very good emotive write.
Welcome to MPS.
Great poem A. Sure those wolves werent werewolves?!!
A fine write.
What you doing, alone and naked, being chased by wolves? You need to be indoors, not out on a night like that! heehee.
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