The Taming of Animals

Their wild nature writhed and burned,

Yearning to be free and untamable,

But the chaotic torch of the untouchable soul

Filled the heart with flame, dancing and burning

And free, and it called with an unsingable song

To their natural souls, beckoning to their feral hearts,

And it calmed them to know that another

Like them 

Existed.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741