Feral Thoughts
Feral thoughts
tear at each other
cur dogs
gnashing at the nuance
of knowledge,
contemplative chaos
soothing
hunger’s haunt.
Clawing
at the lifeless,
gnawing
splintered bones,
wasting
on the want
of more.
Snapping
at the future’s hand,
circling
in sleepless dreams,
whimpering
in a den of darkness,
licking wounds
long “healed”
yet ever present.
Feral thoughts
un-nurtured,
abandoned,
wounded wanderers.
©10/1/2017
submitted to – PREMIERE CONTEST NO 105 – Poetry contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2017
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