Outcast
Cast out,
into the caliginous;
gloaming.
To the snarly,
towering street lamps.
Stationary,
and, flickering;
eyes of yellow,
that turn,
the night-sky, into,
a den of wolves.
Howling,
yowling comets,
and, stalking stars,
creep surreptitiously,
lifting, south-facing,
neck hairs.
In a desperate, despairing
Lupine dance,
of; torrential raindrop tears,
and, tumid, cloudy faced,
embarrassment.
The wolfpack claws
at worn, and, torn,
thoughts.
Making;
a moonlit meal,
of an already,
full-
plate.
And, in the midnight witching hour,
the only solace, to be found,
is in, an; outcasted;
lone-wolf.
Alone, yet, bravely; scintillated, by lunar luminescence.
Casting prophetic, portented; shadows, anew.
Without; a family, a care, or, a past.
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into the caliginous;
gloaming.
To the snarly,
towering street lamps.
Stationary,
and, flickering;
eyes of yellow,
that turn,
the night-sky, into,
a den of wolves.
Howling,
yowling comets,
and, stalking stars,
creep surreptitiously,
lifting, south-facing,
neck hairs.
In a desperate, despairing
Lupine dance,
of; torrential raindrop tears,
and, tumid, cloudy faced,
embarrassment.
The wolfpack claws
at worn, and, torn,
thoughts.
Making;
a moonlit meal,
of an already,
full-
plate.
And, in the midnight witching hour,
the only solace, to be found,
is in, an; outcasted;
lone-wolf.
Alone, yet, bravely; scintillated, by lunar luminescence.
Casting prophetic, portented; shadows, anew.
Without; a family, a care, or, a past.
©poormansdreams
@poormansdreams
#poem #poetrycommunity
#poetrylovers #poems #creativewriting
#writco #writcoapp