A Wonder And A Wild

Sigh, I breathe in,
the drumming of my
heart, the beats are
the early devils,

prancing in the
woods and fire,
the hour divides
the lamentation
and cheer.

Sleep, the dreams
are corrupted.
The eyes open
in the new day.

There is no one
to shut the mouth
of the wolves.

There are traces
of shifting footsteps,
leaving myriad of
shapes, a wonder
and a wild.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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