Wolves Cry
Wolves may howl and wolves may be strong.
To some, they are kings and majestically sound.
To others, they are family, In pack and solitude.
But let me tell you, that's not always found.
Sometimes they're sad, they don't howl, they cry,
into the dark, noir sky. Aka: fighting for their lives.
They are asking for help and trying to fit in,
with the darkest thoughts of all.
The knowledge and creature inside them that,
screams and yearns to come out.
- Midnig
I've decided to write these poems focused on emotions I've been feeling throughout time. This will be a collection of poems that allow me to express my feelings while hopefully enlightening others to do as well. My goal is to release a new poem at least once every few weeks. Writing poems allows me to think deeper and longer about my thoughts while communicating with others. I appreciate you all for taking the time to read my poems. I hope you enjoy them!