Words are just a representation of every day experiences and I hope to share a few of mine with you.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Selenophobia.


At once I was a werewolf
No longer can this form I take
For you my moon had gone away 
Never my true form could I make

The window shades in front of thee
In forms of men and absent apology 
Formed my inquisition for the whereabouts
On what other wolves might your beams shine

With lack of light from a creatures care taker
The fur and teeth had gone
Now covered up with coats of clear 
Shoes of not and mitts of grit 
On a cold and sloping shard of moon
A lonely man will always sit 

3 comments:

  1. Never my true form could I make
    A lonely man will always sit

    This reminded me of someone and gave me really good perspective..

    Also I really love the way you write always

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  2. Love it. The title is so perfect for the post.

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  3. Mail myself in a letter And you'd soon just forget me there

    it was a really good post by the way

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