Feed To Wolves


Rip me out and feed me
to the wolves let them feast
upon this calm as I rest to
when times I am the beast.

I’ll scribble words that keep
me kind and recluse but spry.
You’ll keep being the one with
an apple of your father’s eye.

Make it what needs to be
so that return to where I run
is where I can find myself
when I find everything undone.

Keep me close and be true.
The one that loves you most
will be the bruised and beaten
voice that can tend to boast.

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