Wolves

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Hold me tight

I hear the wolves at my door

Please don't leave me alone now

I do not have the strength to fight

I hear the wolves at my door

I knew they would come for me

But do not have the strength to fight

I am depleted

I knew they would come for me

Strong seeks out strong

But I am depleted

From taming your monsters

Strong seeks out strong

So I will face the fangs

Tamed, your monsters

Sleep now

I will face the fangs

But please don't leave me alone

Sleep now, but

Hold me tight.

submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Form for All, Pantoum
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, The Wolf Is Getting Married

Sometimes You Drive

Never Easy by untaintedsoul

Sometimes you drive the road
Sometimes the road drives you
When you don't know the difference
Every place is the bad part of town

Sometimes the road drives you
Makes you do things you don't want to
Every place is the bad part of town
And all the strangers know your name

You do things you don't want to
When you give up the wheel
All the strangers know your name
But you don't remember why you came

When you give up the wheel
And you're just along for the ride
You don't remember why you came
Don't care if you make it home again

You're just along for the ride
You gotta keep up the drive
Don't care if you make it home again
You let the road decide

You gotta keep up the drive
Though you can't say if you'll arrive
You let the road decide
Between dead and alive

Though you can't say if you'll arrive
When you don't know the difference
Between dead and alive
Sometimes you drive the road.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry's Wednesday Challenge, On the Road
and Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Pantoum

Windows Redux

You were once as open as the sky

As boundless as the fireflies in June

At your window watching life go by

Your light has dimmed too fast and much too soon

As boundless as the fireflies in June

Inside a Mason jar to please the eye

Your light has dimmed too fast and much too soon

Without air, a fire's going to die

Inside a Mason jar to please the eye

Your gold transforms to dross, treasure to ruin

Without air, a fire's going to die

Blind as well as masked, you're not immune

Gold transforms to dross, treasure to ruin

Behind those glass panes on which you rely

Blind as well as masked, you're not immune

You can't shut out the past though you may try

Behind those glass panes on which you rely

At your window watching life go by

You can't shut out the past though you may try

You were once as open as the sky.

(done with the "proper" Pantoum rhyme scheme of abab)

Windows

image from Poets United

You were once as open as the sky

As boundless as the fireflies in June

Watching life through window panes of glass

Your light has dimmed too early and too fast

As boundless as the fireflies in June

Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps

Your light has dimmed too early and too fast

Without air, a fire will not last

Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps

A precious treasure transforms into dross

Without air, a fire will not last

Your windows make you blind as well as masked

A precious treasures transforms into dross

The panes you trust to keep you safe inside

Your windows make you blind as well as masked

An illusion to shut out your past

The panes you trust to keep you safe inside

Watching life through window panes of glass

An illusion to shut out your past

You were once as open as the sky.

submitted for Form For All, Pantoum, at dVerse Poets Pub

and Thursday Think Tank, Windows, at Poets United

Grief

image from Magpie Tales 54

Grief is a puzzle with the pieces askew

Another part missing each time you glance

You try to find meaning but don't have a clue

Trip over your own feet in this macabre dance.

Another part missing each time you glance

You try to believe but it doesn't seem true

Trip over your own feet in this macabre dance

Your love is dead and you want to die too.

You try to believe but it doesn't seem true

You walk through your life now as if in a trance

Your love is dead and you want to die too

You can't work this puzzle-there is no chance.

You walk through your life now as if in a trance

There's dust in your heart where once lush gardens grew

You can't work this puzzle-there is no chance

No longer a framework in which to hew.

                                                                   There's dust in your heart where once lush gardens grew

                                                                   You try to find meaning but don't have a clue

                                                                   No longer a framework in which to hew

                                                                   Grief is a puzzle with the pieces askew. 

                                                                   submitted for Mag 54