Woefully lacking
Shame it’s all I have to give
Love that’s not enough
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Woefully lacking
Shame it’s all I have to give
Love that’s not enough
Rolling down steep hills
Friend returns for brief visit
…
I’m the only one
To see the proof left behind
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Wolves at night
Charging under the black
Glitter-stars above
Dinner-plate moon lighting our way
We froth at our jowls
We’ve never felt hunger like this before
…
watching red sunsets
reflecting on the true end
wishing heaven real
Sun glaring on ice
Studying the ritual
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Inspecting arrows
Seeking another success
…
Upside down it waits
Dried bundle of stems and petals hanging
Under harsh incandescence
No longer meant for this place
Blooms given near full year past
…
Like dried hanging blooms
Kept fondly for far too long
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Emboldened by past success,
I stand firm but unfrozen when I see it.
If it wakes, will it give chase?
Will it toy with me, or pursue to kill?
The quiet peace brings forth
The familiar forest sounds that soothe:
The wind that makes it to the branches,
The birds chirping for each other,
The rustling of hungry deer in the brush.
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“I know you aren’t thinking clearly”, I say
“Not thinking at all, even.”
Somehow, they don’t seem offended
They just continue that hard-edged stare
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Words so dangerous
My mind hides in shadows cast
By self awareness