Just A Poem I Wanted To Share With The Group

[Guest Jillian]

Just a poem I wanted to share with the group

The Watchers in the Void

As I spend my endless days laying here in my cage I begin to notice that not all that come to see me look at me with laughter in there souls. Some look at me with sadness in there eyes, they feel my pain and want to help if only they knew how.

There is some that see me with eyes that can see beyond the fur I wear, they can see into my soul and I begin to look forward to there visits.

Each day I look to see if those I have come to believe are my friends are there in the never-ending faces that come to see me.

Each time I see one of those that I have come to know my heavy heart grows lighter for a period, but at the end of each day when I am left alone in my cage to sit and think and look at the moon I still dream of the endless night when I will not wake up and my pain will be over.

[MaryEllen]

Hi Jillian,

Thanks so much for sharing your poem with us.

MaryEllen

[Sally]

Oh, Jillian,

Beautifullt writen and so sad, I have to admit that it made me cry quite a bit.

Beautifully writen,

Sally

[Guest Jillian]

Sally

I am sorry it made you cry *hands Sally a Hanky* I wrote that a few years ago and thought maybe I would share it with the group and relate to it.

I have a few more that I have written if anyone would like to read them I can post them.

Jillian

[Guest Jillian]

Mary Ellen

It was my pleasure I am glad someone moved it to the right location I couldnt find any area for poetry in the forums I guess i still need to explore more here.

Jillian

[Guest Jillian]

Heaven’s not Enough

I sit here in silence my sorrow heavy, I look to the moon as she hangs there in the night sky.

I Long for release from this life I live I lift my muzzle to howl into the night sky, I howl to the moon so beautiful there in the night sky yet so cold and so far away.

I howl for all the things lost the love the passion everything that makes this life worth living I howl to the moon for but she answers not.

With only the trees and the wind to witness my sorrow I turn and walk slowly into the night, my tail hangs low my ears lay against my head, my only wish to vanish from this life where pain knows me so well.

I can remember the times I was happy I can remember the wonderful she wolf that ran beside me those times it seemed like nothing could make my heart feel the pain it does now.

If I had known where the joy would take me would I have enjoyed those times with her I ask myself, and in an instant I think yes even now that my heart is broken I wouldn’t trade a second in time for the moments we spent with one another.

Pain so deep a pain that I will never live again my life is death and pain I have only to breath one last breath my dead heart is already still.

I have already been forgotten my passing through this life as though a whisper in a room full of sound, never heard never seen and never to be missed.

[Guest Jillian]

A Howl in the Night

As I sit here inside the cage that those who call themselves humanity have built me I think about the past when I was able to run free through the night.

I lift my muzzle and howl into the night a long mournful cry full of sorrow and pain, I cry to my lady I left wherever she may be.

I cry to my pack now leaderless and lost in the night.

I cry for all that I have lost, I am alone here in the darkness.

I listen to my cry fade away into the night only to hear it echoed from out of the darkness. I listen to the cry and my heart jumps, it is my mate she is there in the darkness returning my cry.

I lift my muzzle my heart full of joy to return the cry only to hear her cry answered.

I hang my head in sorrow never will I cry into the night again, no longer will I howl for the moon or run through the night the moonlight on my back. There is no one for me my mate is gone claimed by another, my pack is gone I have been forgotten.

I turn and walk to the corner of my cage and lay down my head on my paws forgotten and lost I will dream of the day the darkness will take me and relieve me of my pain.

[Guest Jillian]

The Den of Truth

As I look with longing upon the freedom I once had, I lift my head and let out a long and lonely cry.

I look to the moon that once was mine for the asking she is still there in the night sky yet the bars that cage me prevent me from ever seeing her clearly.

I look at the cage that surrounds me stopping me from running free in the moonlight, preventing me from ever running free with my lady wolf.

I mourn her touch I love her so, how I loved running beneath the moonlight with her by my side, yet here I sit caged never to be free again.

The sands of time no longer run for me my time is now and nothing else, this cage I live in my world, this cold floor I sleep on my bed, the jeering people that come during the day to laugh and joke and point at me my only amusement for it is I that is laughing at them for they will never know the freedom I have known the love I have felt.

They will never know the feel of the earth beneath their paws the moonlight on their back and the love of a lady wolf that runs beside them, it is them that should be in this cage for they are the animals in this world.

So I lay my head on my paws and go to sleep in this cage I call my home one day I will find a way to break these bars that cage me and I will once more run free as I should be joined again with my lady wolf the love of my life.

[Sally]

There comes a time when trying to explain how a poem or collection of poems have touched you when words fail. You can say that the imagry is beautiful and conveys the feelings of loneliness and despair, but that just doen's really say it.

Moved beyond words seems like a cliche, but it is true.

Love ya,

Sally