As shallow as a pool, midnight creeps around. In the evening air, the breeze washes fear away. Glowing eyes of despair, and anguish stare back at you, though there is nothing to be done. In the way of the wild, the wild owns all. It owns all. It challenges all, but all does not dare to challenge the wild.
It means nothing, if you die in fear. The wild cares not if you are afraid. The humble wolf fear only one thing, starvation. The mighty bear only fears a brutal winter. The leaping deer, of man. And the wonderous cat, afraid of nothing. All is fair, but all is owned, by a dare. A dare of the wild, to live, and not in fear.
So why do we?
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My Personal Poems
PoetryAll these poems are very personal to me, so please leave the criticism at the door.
