Werewolf

I am like that of a werewolf
Every now and then I lose myself
I become a blind creature of lust
I fill with pain and self hatred

No reason in those moments
Just hurt and anger
And like a werewolf
All it takes is a little silver

The shine of a blade
From a pencil sharpener
From a knife, it doesn't matter
Anything to draw the blood

Anything to satisfy the anger...

Reviews

[Bronwen Cox Hollinger]

I enjoyed reading this. It sounds like one my "Achilles" poems. :) Well done! :)