Heavy is the head

A council of wolves
Sits inside my skull
They growl for attention
They demand to be heard

They speak of issues
In ravenous tones
Go round the circle
Until they are solved

But they fight all the time
They can’t get along
That leaves me frustrated
It leaves me alone

With teeth that snap
And claws that scratch
The inside of my head
Is their hunting patch

One in particular
Roars louder than most
His growl drowns out
What others speak of

Their voices get stolen
In his snapping jaws
He makes me act different
His teeth are my words

Sharp daggers that cut
Those who get close
I wish he’d lie still


This entry was posted in Poetry.

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