...Bad Wolf

By SolApathy

I am the bad wolf
I create myself
In myself I live I die
I cry I say goodbye
Burn the universe with my light

I visit upon the desert with no rain
Once your home
Where you hid your pain
In myself I brandish the question you may never be asked
Throughout time I will bring you to task
Dropping memories in the book in which you can never look
I am the other in which eyes you sigh
Through us both you will cope
Survive lost hope
Brought you to the button at the end of your rope
Drawing on me, myself, and I
3 of us in unison will make this right
Bringing one day
Gallifrey to life…

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, February 5, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • A former member wrote: This made my mind scatter a bit, all of these spinning thoughts and reflections. The questions that you asked are ones that we all must ask ourselves at times. Coping alone can be very hard, my dear. As Kaiser said, very intense, Sol. Queen Reb:).

  • Drea On Sunday, February 5, 2017, Drea (1388)By person wrote:

    This made me so happy. I have to keep it tucked away in the corner I keep all my other things. It may have only taken minutes, but this is so good. The title alone. I love this. The way you worded it. The way you took the visuals and just breathed life into something i love. eep.


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