No one can hold me in balance.
I stand in the lines of timeless.
Walking through the types of river.
Timber oak trees.
Shivers night owls.
Freezing cold hands shape as a beggar.
Time 7:52 a.m I hear a wolf's howl.
Owl sounds grow louder and louder.
Wind says a long shhh along the bushes.
Time goes faster as the sun goes back down again.
Helpless yells throughout the wind as I run with some wings on my back.
Greek god no.
Werewolf also no.
It's a griffon.
legendary creature my ass.
They're not real until you make it real.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
I turn back and I see who has been making those sounds.
It's my dog making those noises in her sleep.
She looks like she's soaring through the air as if she's my personal little griffon.
YOU ARE READING
The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poetryit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.
