It seems that I have wounded myself again...
the tears build..
but this dam won't break or even begin to give in.
it holds no water just a lack of depth
a mornful woe...
saturated in fear and regret
I give in..
pouring out what little is left within...
these tears that soak were gathered hard..
years of pain years of hate...
I can't voice my pain in simple words...
I am but a single sheep haunted by the plentiful multitude of wolves...
the nashing teeth...
the snarling grins..
blood soaking the fur around thier thickened coats...
matting drying and yet devouring...
I have stayed with the flock
but every now and then ...
I look to the sky and wish this all could just end...
©crash33
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