Tell the Wolves I'm HomeA Poem by KittenA heartbreak poem.
The sun sinks into the horizon,
I'm not the same as I was when it had dawned this morning, my mind was clear and free, I set out on my journey with hope and faith in my heart, a bounce in my step, I was facing my fears, rebelling against my upbringings, all for the sake of love, I knew it was worth it,
for a love like this would come bound into existence maybe only once in an eternity,
In the midst of my glorious journey, I felt as if nothing could overcome me, for I could conquer all trials I faced, love was my strength, though What I called "love", was not really what it was, it wore a mask, and seemed so pleasing, why did this happen to me? My heart deceived itself, to naïve, I should have guessed it from the start, what my senses were saying to me, "Don't go down this road again"
but I insisted, for strong is what I thought I was.
The mask it wore was beautiful, and it held me by its grace, whispering lovely words, and holding me close in his warm embrace. I knew it was something special, something more, .now I'm placed in the back of your mind, left to be ignored, I howl my lone cry, waiting, hoping to be answered. Silence. The only loud reply. Leaving me to wonder and guess, what could possibly be so wrong about me? to cause you to leave, to make you lie, only bruising me more, constantly I was building up to many false feelings inside. I go creep back into my cave, head a little lower,
taste of sand in my mouth, tell the wolves I'm home, tell them I was wrong, to have ever left on my own, it wasn't the first time I had felt that way before, I lied to myself once again, telling myself things that were never true. This part of me fades again, leaving me sad and blue , tell the wolves I'm home, And everything they said was true.
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Added on February 1, 2014Last Updated on February 5, 2014 AuthorKittenParis, FranceAboutHello! I go by Kitten here on this site:3 I dream of being a writer. I can't help but love classic literature, poetry, mystery, adventure, romance, new age, magic, suspense, and all the other many wo.. more..Writing
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