Words
Dedicated to: Carla Wabbit
My world is made up of words.
There are printed words everywhere.
My life is like chapters some may
even be from ancient books.
All my communication seems to be
in a dialogue.
When
I go to sleep or into the fog.
I hear words. I dream of words.
Words marching in rows. I see
sentences rearranging inside of my head.
They are burnt into my soul.
A Lonely Wolf
Dedicated To: grey_furry and Tementhaise D
In the darkest hour of the night.
In the darkest part of the forest.
All the animals gathered together.
To pay tribute to Mother Earth and Father Time.
Each animal of its kind chose a leader.
To represent them before the council.
Only the finest, the strongest, the most fit of all.
Could be worthy to be called the leader of the pack.
One by one the leaders came before Mother Earth
and Father Time.
Mother smiled in pride and Father beamed in admiration.
But then a lonely wolf howled into the night.
Mother whispered, "not good to be alone."
Father answered," he won't be alone for very long."
And sure enough into the night came another
lonely howl.
Mother whispered to Father,"patience dear, everyone has
a
mate and in your own time Father, they find each other
and life starts anew."
The Memory
Yesterday there was a flash of something from
my past.
Before I could catch this memory and examine
it more throughly.
It disappeared back into the recesses of my mind.
That same flash of memory was there again today
upon the staircases of my subconscious.
How I wish those memory flashes would just
go away.
I don't want any past memories they hurt too much.
I don't want anymore horrors or disallusionments.
No more betrayals by those who are suppose to
love and take care of me.
When in fact they're the actual abusers themselves.
My mind is on overload. My emotional stability
blocks are all tumbling down and the sad part
is they're taking me under with them.
