Slip and slide, you
Fall and cry, you force your choice, your life,
Onto all,
You act and spin, like a key,
One to the world.
You want your way,
With everything, as
if the world must conform,
like a lock to a key.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
