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Lance L Shepherd Nov 2015
I cant see in the dark
I can’t howl with the wolves
They’ve picked up my scent
Ill light my torch and expose my path
My cold breath dances with the smoke
I’ve lit my torch
I’ve exposed my path
This is the longest night of my life
All I have is my torch and my knife
Frost seals my eyes shut
Every blink is a vision of ice
I see the low silhouettes of black fur and fangs
How could I have been so foolish?
To make this hike alone
I need another set of hands
Someone to swing the flame
This is the longest night of my life
All I have is my torch and my knife
Cold Stiff Shoves, warm blood sticks to my hand
Hot breath grips my sleeve
The cold will freeze my wounds
I will survive another night alone
Ill pile my wolves, Ill steal their warmth for the night
How could I have been so prideful  
To make this lonely hike
This is the longest night of my life
All I have is my torch and my knife
I need another set of hands
Someone to swing the flame
Someone to pile the wolves
The night is young
My life is not
A Throne is useless
Lance L Shepherd Nov 2015
I am young and I am old
Like a play ground I will forever be immature, but everlasting
I was once a boy
It didn’t hurt my face to smile
I had no ambition to be happy
It was given to me to nurture
It was my child
Children become men
Mothers become friends
Fathers fade away like heroes
Everyone remembers the villains
I was once stranded on a bad part of town
Darkness made the hum of the street lamps comforting
Neon lights bounced off the glossy wet side walks and streets
I could hear the whispers of men and women
Speaking secretively in the shadows
How did I become so lost?
Where was my car?
Did I ever have kids?
The night surrounded my heart, my eyes could not hide
My peace walks past me with sadness in her eyes
My child, did I ever have kids?
I pick her up and hold her in my arms
Where did you go? what happened to you?
Why are you here, in this bad part of town?
She said nothing, she couldn’t hide her eyes
I could see the trail of trust that drained from her feet
It glossed the sidewalks and streets
Where did you go? How did I become so lost?
I am young and I am old
In a bad part of town
My face hurts
Lance L Shepherd Nov 2015
Its getting easier and easier to wish you farewell
To stand on the dock and watch your boat cut through black ocean waves
The mist swallows your confused face
I wish I knew your purpose
I wish I could value your company
I want to hide from you
To find shelter in my hands and sleep
I ignore your calls until you’ve lost hope
Looking towards the clouds that cover my actions
Overcast makes it easier to not feel time
The mist swallows my desires
You stood on mountain tops and called my name
An echo that never came back
You ask for my location
All I can tell you is colors and shapes
Its not black and white
Its chess
Its waves
Its mist
Its gone

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