His efforts were futile
For he was too miserable to walk that extra mile
He didn't need any saving
But in his head he was tired and his hopes were draining
Fighting a lost cause
Because truth was bitter
And the comfort in lies
Was so liberating
That he didn't care for the wrongs
All that mattered was
To keep up the facade
And make himself more strong
Plethora of distractions
But still he fail to calm the tides
In his restless mind
No tunnels and no lights
With his fire he burns
And lighten up the footsteps
Not noticing
That his fire gave birth
To another warrior
Half wolf and half human
A mystic creature of the night
Blessed with powers
To heal the wounds
But bounded with the chains
Of an unknown power
An entity he couldn't fathom
But knew
That this is what his heart desired
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Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
