The Big Bad Wolf

The Big Bad Wolf

A Poem by JanuaryDreamer♥

Lurking within the shadows of my very soul

his eyes burning red like embers in a flame.

He stalks me all throughout the dark night

waiting for me to give in and play his little game.

 

The way he looks at me from within those shadows

haunts me and shakes me to the inner core of my being

his existance scares me to the point I want to close my eyes

allowing myself to be consumed by the darkness I havent yet seen.

 

The big bad wolf has his own disguise this time around

it's not little old granny laying up all comfy in her bed.

He's got himself an invisible cloak, masking himself in my sorrows

his eyes burn in the back of my mind, screwing with my head.

 

Lurking within the shadows of my very soul

the big bad wolf stirs me from my dreams.

He is there in every damn moment I am alive

I am just another one of his victims it seems.

 

The way he looks at me from within those shadows

petrifies me to the point of absolutely no return

I want to give up so bad and just drop dead right here

I want to close my eyes and stop thinking about how his eyes burn.

 

The very thought of him getting me tonight puts me at ease

and at the same time gets me thinking of everything that was before.

It all comes back to haunt me and he knows just how to stir up my emotions

I'll be sitting here waiting for the big bad wolf to come knocking at my door.

© 2011 JanuaryDreamer♥


Author's Note

JanuaryDreamer♥
the wolf represents my depression, as hinted in the line "he's got himself an invisible cloak, masking himself in my sorrows"...so, yeah.
it basically means that if i don't hide myself now, he's going to find me and he's going to consume me.... :/

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This poem depicts accurately the Depressed State one often Goes through, Its a stalker, Searching its prey out, Wearing the invisile cloak of the damned, Waiting to devour you at its leisure. You have captured depression perfectly and this is as usual a wonderful work of art Crafted by your magnificent soul. Great Write Hermosa. Te Amo Mi Hermosa!!! Te Amo mi Corazon!!!!!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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This poem depicts accurately the Depressed State one often Goes through, Its a stalker, Searching its prey out, Wearing the invisile cloak of the damned, Waiting to devour you at its leisure. You have captured depression perfectly and this is as usual a wonderful work of art Crafted by your magnificent soul. Great Write Hermosa. Te Amo Mi Hermosa!!! Te Amo mi Corazon!!!!!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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under your bed..duh! ew..fkin dust bunnies gallore!, CA



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