Where there's a wolf

Where there's a wolf

A Poem by the bitter taste of almost

Where there's a lamb,

the wolves are never far.


I hide within a carcass full of

meat, so the wolves don't know

that it's me, as they begin

their feast.


I wear my human skin, under a sweater

of wool, as instructed. Thin as it may be;

nothing goes out, and nothing comes in.


I collect the bones after teeth

have finished their brutality. Build them up

like a rattling house of cards; it almost resembles

where you brought me up.


Memories tangled up in yarn, I can't

unknit them. And this pattern

quite suits me anyway, doesn't it?

Even the color is a striking

gray.


Where there's a wolf,

the lambs cannot resist

to play.

© 2023 the bitter taste of almost


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Added on April 16, 2023
Last Updated on April 16, 2023
Tags: poetry, poem, grief, trauma, angst, sad, dark, pain, abuse, neglect, childhood, depression, dissociation

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the bitter taste of almost
the bitter taste of almost

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I was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..

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