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I'm sick to death of gulping unspoken words and sulking tears of frustration bitter and burning all the way down of drowning my anger under the stagnant swamp of "nice", choking alone in murky depths. of pulling out my fangs and curling my tail and suffocating my soul of gently nudging all the sheep who wander, lost and stupid back towards the green field. Are all my smiles deceptions? I want so badly to be good. But despite it all I am a wolf, a wild and howling thing who trembles with pleasure at the taste of blood. What sheep could understand this loneliness? What wolf could forgive this betrayal?
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
Good dog
I'm sick to death of gulping unspoken words and sulking tears of frustration bitter and burning all the way down of drowning my anger under the stagnant swamp of "nice", choking alone in murky depths. of pulling out my fangs and curling my tail and suffocating my soul of gently nudging all the sheep who wander, lost and stupid back towards the green field. Are all my smiles deceptions? I want so badly to be good. But despite it all I am a wolf, a wild and howling thing who trembles with pleasure at the taste of blood. What sheep could understand this loneliness? What wolf could forgive this betrayal?
2017
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F/Illinois, USA
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
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