Aries Poetry

Lamb

the howl of a wolf
croons grief on the wind

twin chills of regret and relief
rake down your spine

a thick pressure emanates from
the pure black all around

shadows dance just out of sight
tear filled eyes darting about

reach out a timid hand
feel fingers that aren't your own

run, lamb, and know
this is no place to roam

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Lamb, February 24th 2016