Slip and slide,
Slash and cut.
A silver slash,
A crimson blast,
A tortured face,
A scared life.
A roiling anger,
A wooden face,
A ruined home,
And a fatherless son.
The silent tear,
Whispers tales.
The absent voice,
Screams in anger.
A crying call,
A whispering tear,
A quiet sigh,
As life's slips away.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Beside You He Walks
PuisiWhen 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.
