Author's Note: Hey everyone… I have major writers block at the moment.. .wait… let me rephrase that.. I have Extreme Poets block right now… So here is a poem that recaps about me rite now… today was not a good day… Not a good day...


Confusion

The sickened wolf prowls to and fro.
Searching for victims in the frenzy of blood.
Yet his morals forbade endless killings
With him encaged before his feelings.

Restless as the turbulent wind.
And still patient… hunting for all that is lost.
Still returning confused and dazed
From the peril before him.

The wolf finds no friend… no foe…
In the deadly waltz of its mind.
Still confused and with a short fuse…
Remorse over actions high…

Howling a desperate call…
The violent emotion radiating from its soul.
Still incased in contradiction.
And we find our wolf… with all lost…

Upon it comes sorrow.
As the moon looks down smiling.
Wishing for its death…
In the mind of that wolf… he finds no answer…

Just regret… of thy self.
Until that lonely wolf
Has finally found its counter.
Until it meets thy bitter end.

In the fields of silken snow
With the voices of the winds
Hiding thy figure from thy guests
Who grieve bitter tears… only at the end…