HowlingA Poem by E.J. Waling
Howl.
Into the night, howl. Howl. Howl. Looking out, out into the abyss. Since the first twitch life has been vocal. Howling into the dark. Searching for others. Primal at first. Desirous of contact. Desirous of knowledge. Wanting to know, to know what’s out there. Wanting to know, who’s listening? Who’s listening to the howl? Who will Respond? Silence. Nothing but silence. No one is listening. No one will respond. We howl into emptiness. We howl at nothing. We are alone. Alone in the void. Alone with ourselves! © 2019 E.J. Waling |
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Added on September 25, 2019 Last Updated on September 25, 2019 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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