A Poem by redzone





Words- whole encyclopedias

are devoted to them.

You would think they were important

or something.

That just having them around

would allow you to communicate,

to express the feelings

beating in your heart.

Yet, my words,

small as they are,

seem like a big monkey bird

floating in day dreams

that lead directly

to the pits of hell;

where that sharp- edged pendulum

swings back

and forth,

back and forth,

until your insides

lie bloody on the floor,

dripping with the melancholy

of you don’t love me anymore.


I saw it coming,

this downward spiral.

I could hear the doubts,

the, “what am I doing?”,

the, “why am I doing this”.

My wolf fur has been ruffled,

and standing on edge

for weeks now.

And then I found my warrior’s sword

laying against the Willow,

with a note

written in a ritual rune;

a simple sigil,

as a finality of crows

flew overhead menacingly,

taking with them

all my words.


I would rather feel the daggers of pain,

than feel nothing at all.

there is nothing worse

than bleak silence;

a wolf with no tongue,

 and the moon always full.


Aztec Warrior/redzone 11.28.17

© 2018 redzone

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WOW! WOW! And WOW! This is very intense & impactful! I love it! I felt like I was being taken on a journey, pulled along thru various developments that got progressively more dramatic in unexpected ways! I love the way words can do that. You are a masterful word crafter, to draw your reader along with such a pull of force! Always love your side themes of wolves & spiritual energy that are woven in alongside the main messages (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago

we as poets get to howl with our words...and even in packs we can feel pretty lonely...this poem is so expressive...intimating just how important words are to us...as we look within and without.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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