Destruction no more

Back to the den,

again,I limp away-

from the captors-

who dwell in the land-

where is filled to capacity-

with Loves who art the bossy-

janitors i dost not heed in the-

silent morn of crystal love.

 

Afar from there,I'm camouflaging-

myself with the affection i crave within-

the forest of apex predators.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A nice story in this poem. A lot of hidden facts and story. I like the vision you create with the poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Thea]

Nice poem... :)))

[Dayran]

Look for a friend among the apex. You used to know him before as yourself. A probing write!