Howl
Location
The clock ticks
Tick tock tick tock
Keyboard clicks
Tick tock tick tock
The story
Unravels,
Shadows transform.
Mercenaries
Come for me when
I sleep.
The thoughts rage,
I rage
Peacefully;
Physical violence
Is not an option,
So I must write.
The wolf of my
Anger howls, his
Lonely cry to my
Dearest Celestia,
The White Orb
Of the Night.
He paws at the dirt,
Marking his ground,
Marking his grave.
He stands proud,
His silver fur
Shimmers in
Moonlight,
His black eyes gazing
Skyward,
His dreams reflecting
The distance between
Himself and the stars.
The thoughts beat
Inside my head,
I cannot concentrate.
He howls in pain,
So I must write.
My fingers type
Words onto the screen
Of my computer,
Words of encouragement
And peaceful suffering.
My fingers pound
On the keys,
Click click click
In discordant rhythm,
Their sound resembling
That of my dreams:
Discord and chaos.
Chaos is beautiful though,
With the wolf guiding
Me along the way.
His fur I can hide in,
His fur a comfort to
My aching spirit,
My weary heart,
My overworked mind.
The flow of words
Ceases, and so does the
Howl of the lonely wolf.
His feet fall softly on the floor,
He jumps on my bed,
And he curls up next to my head,
Falling asleep.