Black Wolves

I dribble sadness with my mind

chaperoned by waning moon.

I crawl behind the barren sky

welded with steel bars of doom

from shooting stars on high.

Rocks weigh down my heart

as black wolves howl my fate,

trapped in clotted arteries

dripping blood in blackest night.

Nails fasten festered wounds to skin,

eyes teem with drops of blue despair.

Joy has been wiped off with ragged

tissues of throbbing heartache.

Eagle talons claw my soul,

leaving somber pieces of torn flesh

while I forget the taste of breathing.

Dying in the cesspool of life

I walk alone in my sorrow,

remembering what time has erased.