The Howling Poem by jodde taylor
The Howling
Within your mind,
do the wolves howl at your door
by the arrival of dawn
Do the glimmers,
of a shimmering star
greet your open arms
Horizons,
forsaken, forgiven
biting and chewing
a bare land
Itching and scratching,
stealing life
from tormented avenues
fate,
a cruel interpretation
of dreams
We find our destiny,
purging every scrap
back to a hungry beast.
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4/26/2024 10:37:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem....well written