I stare at the ashen sky,
I think and I wonder why.
I think of all the peoples cry,
The way they fight ad lie.
All the things they could try.
I sit and I wonder why.
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.
