Ok, I've seen some good poetry here lately and I felt inspired.
Here's one I whipped up in 10 min so it's not great.
Dedicated to TWD series.
Something is dripping down my face, along my neck, though this thought now is fleeting, reduced to a speck.
By the light of the moon and as the cold wind blows, I can see my prey with my eyes and my nose.
I hearing crying and it thrills me, like a spark inside my veins, there is something there I need and it's driving me insane.
Then there it is in front of me, I bite, I tear, I chew, I hold it down and crush with all my might so that it cannot move.
I let it go, it flops around, no longer do I need it, but it looks at me expectantly, as though I'm going to lead it.
So we stumble, cross the field, side by side, thoughts form inside of me.
It's nice to be under the moon in the company of my family. :-)
Here's one I whipped up in 10 min so it's not great.
Dedicated to TWD series.
Something is dripping down my face, along my neck, though this thought now is fleeting, reduced to a speck.
By the light of the moon and as the cold wind blows, I can see my prey with my eyes and my nose.
I hearing crying and it thrills me, like a spark inside my veins, there is something there I need and it's driving me insane.
Then there it is in front of me, I bite, I tear, I chew, I hold it down and crush with all my might so that it cannot move.
I let it go, it flops around, no longer do I need it, but it looks at me expectantly, as though I'm going to lead it.
So we stumble, cross the field, side by side, thoughts form inside of me.
It's nice to be under the moon in the company of my family. :-)
