I’m failing,
I’m failing
If our whole
plight
Is to prove
we are far removed from beasts and birds.
I’m failing,
I’m failing, ‘cos try as I might
I can’t stop
my beastly heart from crying beastly words.
And I’m failing
to see
Why I can’t
just be like a beast and be free.
If a bird I
would flee
To where hurt
can’t reach me.
And as a wolf
who owns the creek
I’d cry my
defiance
To all those who sleep.
To all those who sleep.
I’d possess
the night
And all my
heart pleased.
Oh, I
fail in the game of proper men,
‘Cos my heart’s
just like a beast.
Enjoyed this! I think we all have a bit of the 'beast' within us! And wouldn't we all like to be like the 'wolf who owns the creek'?
ReplyDeleteCould you possibly get rid of word verification. People have a heck of a time figuring out the words. And it often triples the time to make a comment.
Hi. Thanks for the comment you left (a while ago!). I haven't been on this blog for a while and am not too familiar with it. Do you know how exactly I can get rid of the word verification?
DeleteVery well written.
ReplyDelete~Sayantini Bhattacharya
another part of me
Oh, the wild heart of a girl.........I know life is hard in the wild, too, but, like you, my heart would be happiest there. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteThis was so well done! Yes, there is a bit of the wild in all of us~ :D
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