When the lights turn low and the sun fades from view.
I feel my breath slow and steady pulling me through.
The stars of the clear night developing into focus.
They take me away from everything with shattered ruckus.
My heart flames again scratching and clawing at my high walls.
The silent and powder black night pushing for the calls.
Lonely world with echoes of lust love and trampled dreams.
Running like the wolf and away from the cold screams.
Feeling the the power of running faster and swift to my hearts prey.
Helpless and lost as my growl finds a pulse of dismay.
I run free and far to the wind coursing through my hair.
The strength of the wolf on this night is not in compare.
The Sun's shadow crosses the land as my heart locks the fight.
I smile bare in wait for the next full moon night.
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My Public Suicide (Complete Book)
PoesíaA view on life through the passions and self reflection only a writer can create. Thank you for reading and stars are always welcome.
