Blood soaked clothes .. Full moon
Instruments clatter .. Finely tuned
The beginning ... Or end?
Mind twists ... Slowly bends
Can't turn right .. Turn left
Think absolute ... For the best
Howl causally .. Run fast
Heart pumps.. Beats last
Grab torch .. Bear arms
Tangled roots .. No harm
Hy Nat! Your poem sounds like what I just went through with my total knee replacement surgery. While on my recent pain killer meds I hallucinated
about a small furry creature running around eating all the food. I never felt scared only disappointed that I couldn't hold it. Was that you Nat? I
was glad to see your new writer status. Woo hoo! Peace my friend!
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