Dark Wolves

They're hiding in the shadows of my mind.

Lurking.

Prowling.

Dark wolves stalking their prey.

I hear them in the depths of the night.

Pacing.

Growling.

Surrounding me.  Closing in ever tightening circles.

I feel their breath as they whisper to me.

Accusing.

Convincing.

Speaking to me with my own voice

They pounce at the first sign of weakness.

Suffocating.

Devouring.

Their deathly white teeth tearing at my soul.

I don't have the will to push them away

Resigning

Surcumbing

There's no escape: My thoughts never leave me

Reviews

[Angel Criner]

A write most can relate to...
Wanting to runaway and escape... and we do try.
But how can one runaway from his/her own mind?

[radio raven]

Our thoughts and imagination can be savage. I enjoyed this.

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

'My thoughts never leave me.' Didn't see that coming! Very nicely executed!

[Rogie-Dodge]

Thanks again .. another context-inspired one. Just saw the contest half an hour ago .. about manic depression, and thought I'd give it a go. Sometimes the words just come .. like they did for my favorite of my poems "The child" .. just came to me almost at once walking my dog one afternoon. Mind you, I wouldn't like to have to write poetry for a living .. go for weeks or months without so much as a rhyme sometimes :D :P