Zach Broniszewski Poet ABC

When the Wolves Howl

I've trusted my senses through 
dark nights,

sleeping my deliberate way into 
realistic dreams,

soon slipping fast enough into 
oblivion.



When the wolves howl to the 
moon,

I would've already forgotten 
what reality was,

and their growls would've lured 
me into a whole new realm.



Maybe there's a demon lurking 
somewhere in between,

forcing me to question 
my "dreams,"

though do I even dream,

or am I merely a puppet 
dancing around two realities?



For whatever answer satisfies 
my poor knowledge of 
consciousness,

I just hope that these words 
forever remain where they may 
be.

'Cause this page could soon be 
the ashes beneath the flames of 
tomorrow's reality,

but nothing will take away from 
these words for which I question,

for what I am doing now as I 
write,

am I being tempted to dream 
about reality,

or am I realistically the demon 
somewhere in between?



I believe either way that these 
words are the part of my soul 
that is awake,

and I believe there is confusion 
when my mind slips away as the 
moon rises,

but is the moon just a symbol of 
laughter,

laughing at the barking wolves,

or were the wolves apart of my 
dreams all along?

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James Hyler June 27, 2014 at 11:36 AM Thank you for sharing :)