Now Mad.

An old poem I found that I wrote based on the third chapter of 'The Call of The Wild'.

Fiery eyes revive the old,

sharp canines dig up the gold.

Paws scrape, deep howls,

the world turned upside down.

To the death, to their last breath,

contrive, you survive,

they die, so you thrive.

Slip on snow,

foreign, unknown.

Buck evolves,

problems dissolve.

A new world unfurled,

the real world, old world.

Boom! Exhume, in bloom,

Adapt, trapped, slapped,

And then finally, snapped.

Now mad.

Author's Note

I think I wrote this for an assignment in English class or something.

Reviews

[Kleio13]

i love the onamatapoeias in this. Good work

[chloe]

i really like it! it is very creative and well written! i think its a great poem!

[WritingGeek_BookWorm]

thank you so much!

[Vouren]

Pretty good, I'm not a big fan of poetry usually but this is pretty well written. Good job ^_^

[WritingGeek_BookWorm]

Thanks! I love comments