Hollow and/or clawing in and out

One for emptiness

It's like sitting on a cold, hard floor

the lights are out,

and you're alone

the demons in your loins are restless.

Wolves, outside the door.

Clawing, biting, howling, barking.

You fight to keep them in,

clutching your stomach, pushing them back;

a loud tear and they leak forth, born in crimson

A wail sounds.

Fingers clawing at your stomach,

yours forcing them in?

or theirs tearing out?

A bloody dance of give and take

then a sudden occurrence of realization.

They're all one in the same.

you're still sitting on the cold, hard floor

the lights are still out

And you're still alone.

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

YES!! The only thing to do is get up and move to the next room/town/country...but forget your loneliness? That won't happen, unless...someone comes along who has the ability to make you smile, for a moment in time to make you happy.
Well written with some very original phrasing...
Thank you~
Blessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ((((YOU))))

[Kandy Kitt]

Well yet again my dear Rylan. You have proved how good of a writer you are. I absolutely love all of your poems.