lay still and wonder
fall asleep and arise with the desire to howl at the crescent shaped moon as the wolves do
run across the field looking for the signs of life and fall among the chains that hold your legs to the metal bedpost that mocks your attempts to escape your self made prison
YOU ARE READING
Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
