It sits within
and paints pictures
of murdered animals
and plays gracefully
in a forgotten forest.
It takes over
when anger strikes.
Blood moon speak
to the wander
that waits for you.
Darkness calls
to my soul
and pulls me
to those
who hurt me.
My locked up friend
changes my thoughts
to those of
running on all fours.
She gives me
hope for a new life.
I want to know your thoughts....
Comments
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good poem
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