Thistle Wargul Poems

Helpless to help
Too sad for sorrow,
Here yesterday
Just gone tomorrow.
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You see me sitting with me friends,
And think of love, and other ends,
But what happens if I am not,
Just a pretty face?
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The wolf sits alone, as still as a statue.
Its limbs are in perfect proportion
With beautiful and sleek starlight fur.
Its white flecked ears flick as it listens,
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Clawing, cursing,
Biting, crunching,
Bones are breaking, lives are taken.
Slicing, chopping,
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When you lived and lost
Life still carries on.
Believe in yourself!
When you finally lose
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A child.
A small child.

Bathed in laughter of his playmates.
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I’m here.
Caught.
On my own.
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The dawn now is breaking,
The sunlight is quaking,
The air here is different,
Adapting, adapting.
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I see it falling through the air,
Sparkling in the light.
I see it breaking on the floor,
Shining unearthly bright.
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Peaking through your fingers,
Stealing precious moments,
Watching every movement,
And never catching on!
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