Who I Am

I’m the wolf that is on the prowl
The eagle flying in an endless sky
The moment you feel the pain of denial
But nobody can tell you why.

A bitter truth said in haste
In a moment of inner reflection
They said I’d have a moment to spare
But I was never going in your direction.

A bonfire it took you days to build
The rain that keeps you from burning
That endless thought in your empty head
That keeps the lust churning.

The bluest eyes you will never see
A perfect set of breasts
You’ll never touch what you cannot obtain
And you’ll never pass my tests.

I am free like the air you exhale
The last breath you’ll ever take
A momentary glance at beautiful
That’s a terrible mistake.

A shot fired from a lazy gun
With a misguided intent at a fall
A butterfly that sits on a branch
And the cognition that kills it all.

The letter that comes in the mail to you
That smells of rose and ash
The wine you took to ease the pain
The terrible burden of cash.

I am the moment you see death at first
And the very first sign of life
A deal gone wrong in a horrible game
Called “lets make this woman a wife.”

The sun when it breaks above the crest
A guest that is a bitter sham
All these things can describe me sometimes
But none of them are who I really am.

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