The sounds of speedboats racing,
white, foamy lines in the water, tracing.
The stars above peer through the clouds,
spectating through mysterious shrouds.
The hustle and bustle of the city - died down,
by the waterfront - an absence of sound.
Not a man, woman nor child,
cat, dog nor creature wild.
Alone with my thoughts,
almost distraught.
You cross my mind
bitter, mean and unkind.
Epiphany strikes and I realize,
you were nothing more than a wolf in disguise.
© 2017 José
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
The sounds of speedboats racing,
white, foamy lines in the water, tracing.
The stars above peer through the clouds,
spectating through mysterious shrouds.
The hustle and bustle of the city - died down,
by the waterfront - an absence of sound.
Not a man, woman nor child,
cat, dog nor creature wild.
Alone with my thoughts,
almost distraught.
You cross my mind
bitter, mean and unkind.
Epiphany strikes and I realize,
you were nothing more than a wolf in disguise.
© 2017 José