The Wolf

The Wolf

A Poem by Keir Mayja

He loved me

Like nothing I’d ever known

Kissed my tears when

Heaven didn’t see fit to love me

Embraced my fragile heart

 

His palms were gentle

Caressing shattered

Remnants of L-O-V-E

He put together pieces of a puzzle

That even I could not solve

So I revolved around him

 

He was the sun

Giving warmth to tundra

Melting away the icy block

That now consumed my

Being

 

My soul he took

I gave it willingly

Cause GOD

Must’ve sent him to me

How else could I explain his presence?

 

His duality to abhor

All that would hurt me

His masculinity yet

His adoration of every part of

Me

 

So I worshipped him

Prayed for his benevolence

And he adhered to me

Lucky me

No blessed me

 

To have he

Him this man that

Went beyond definition

I thanked the heavens

For his generosity

 

That he bestowed upon me

He was perfect like Michelangelo’s David

Giddy glimpses into our future

Overjoyed a once ailing heart

 

She followed me home one day

Said she’d seen how happy I was

Hoped to never have known me

But this visit was a must

 

Clinched her heart

Like pain

I too felt

Expressions spoke

Cause words were unnecessary

 

Tortured souls bear scars

That never heal

He poured salt on an open wound

I thought closed

Lacerated my heart and my soul

 

He smiled with eyes that

Showed sincerity

Knowing full well my vulnerability

My need for L-O-V-E

But…

 

Traces though the snow

Showed he‘d been here before

Feasting on hearts that desired

Healing

He hunted the weak

 

 

 

© 2008 Keir Mayja


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i think the last stanza is magical.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Keir Mayja
Keir Mayja

Detroit, MI



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I love writing and every other form af art there is. My gift is creativity and I just want share it with others. I've always been an observer of things and knid of narrated life through my works hopef.. more..

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