Object

A big shout out to the Model Tempast Wulf and Jose' Cuadros Photography for the image. Even if wildness could be captured and tamed...Should it?

Object

 

Imprisoned here in dreams of your making

Held captive by your selfish objectifications

You don’t want to know me you want Fantasy

A plaything to be captured and kept at will

The object of your desire doesn't exist

I am thundering herds of wild horses

And what could you do with these

But watch in terrified wonder

Amazed and dumbfounded

Gaze a moment into my haunting eyes

I am no creature to be tamed or corralled

I am a Tempast; A pack of hungry Wulfs

And you would keep me here in a box, dying

If you could manage to capture this Wildness

I would devour every morsel of your Selfishness

And go feed my hungry pack of wolves

With a meal of your empty soul

Could you take my

Wildness?

No

Author's Note

Just following a train of thought...