Diary of a Wolf Cub

You call my name
I run
Tripping
Over feet and words
To your distant heart
Why can I not see
You were always meant for me?
But not now
Not your time
Never mine
I wait
Like a fool
Nowhere to go
Just the world to see
Take me
Before I fall
Tired, so tired
Waiting for your call
You selfish pig
How dare you punish me
When I already killed myself
For killing what you were
You cross out words
But you can't take back
Tears you drew
Tears you tore
So cut off from yourself
How could I reach you?
Still
I'm waiting
In case you call
Of course
I will come
I always did
Even when I never
Heard your voice.

Painted face
Glows under
Revealing flattery
Gloss red
Mouthing
Make up
Blushing cheeks
No shame
In the face
Of reality.

(I can't wait for next season...)

The bell is broken
Ringing smashed
Across the faces
Of pious leaders
And religious dictators
No feet come running
No voices raised
In exultation
Only questions
- why have they deserted us?
The bell is broken
Rope frayed
From over-exertion
Too heavy a burden
Ears burst from
Hypocrisy
Unenlightened
Emptiness
The void widens
The bell falls.
The bell is broken
People are saved.