Lost

Searching through the mist and fog,
Depending on animal instincts
Much as the scent of wolf blood.
Yearning for the one so strong
To tame my wild heart,
To rescue me from this torment.
I stand lost in a savage garden of
Bitter weeds and poisoned thorns.
Confused in a world of gray dawns.
Tis a force unknown that drives me
Past the eternal abyss of
Loneliness and sorrow,
Drives me with the hope of tomorrow.

~CWylde © 2016 

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