The full moon rises high in the sky

Trying to push back feelings as I

Start seeing that old familiar shift

Cells and tendons starting to drift

As unwanted changes start to prowl

And all of the sudden I begin to howl

Locking myself in chains with a hood

Hoping that I won’t end up to no good

Hair growing fast on hands and feet

Razor sharp nails are tearing the sheet

Bones and joints still crack and pop

As muscles twitch and ripple non-stop

When I come back what will I find

Look out now… I’m loosing my mind

Chains snap and I’m out on the run

The only hope now, is the morning sun

  • Author: MDStone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2022 21:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: When you feel it coming on…
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