dark moon rising
stars falling from the sky
far off in the distance
hear the lone wolf's cry
long and haunting
an echo leaves my mouth with a sigh
cold breeze blowing
across my blank face
hope leaves with the slightest touch
eyes downcast
life lost among the trees
staring across the broken hills
twisting, turning, finally standing still
troubles flood across my soul
like death to a fighter who has lost the will
to survive
~erika boal