Untamed from his raging nightmare
located six feet under was his lair
he was told to stay inside his cave
to stay away from them and behave
finding nothing but solace in the moon
and knowing where he belonged
was something he never thought
would become so significant
thinking how the night ended up with
an excruciating pain
and asking god why,
why,
why
did he become
so insignificant?
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Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
