The arrow pointed west,
the heart aimed east
The body went up, down, north, south,
pacing in the corridors
Adolescent wolves chase the myth,
it is this they run endlessly for
Blocked in prisms of light,
pounding on walls for heartless dark
Under the moon they cry, and she shows
no mercy
She refuses to acknowledge her dimness
compared to her competitor
With little gleamings she tells them,
This entanglement takes place after dark-
when the sun cannot feed you
-c.j.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
The arrow pointed west,
the heart aimed east
The body went up, down, north, south,
pacing in the corridors
Adolescent wolves chase the myth,
it is this they run endlessly for
Blocked in prisms of light,
pounding on walls for heartless dark
Under the moon they cry, and she shows
no mercy
She refuses to acknowledge her dimness
compared to her competitor
With little gleamings she tells them,
This entanglement takes place after dark-
when the sun cannot feed you
-c.j.
