Object

Object

A Poem by Veronica Chandler
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A big shout out to the Model Tempast Wulf and Jose' Cuadros Photography for the image. Even if wildness could be captured and tamed...Should it?

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Object

 

Imprisoned here in dreams of your making

Held captive by your selfish objectifications

You don’t want to know me you want Fantasy

A plaything to be captured and kept at will

The object of your desire doesn't exist

I am thundering herds of wild horses

And what could you do with these

But watch in terrified wonder

Amazed and dumbfounded

Gaze a moment into my haunting eyes

I am no creature to be tamed or corralled

I am a Tempast; A pack of hungry Wulfs

And you would keep me here in a box, dying

If you could manage to capture this Wildness

I would devour every morsel of your Selfishness

And go feed my hungry pack of wolves

With a meal of your empty soul

Could you take my

Wildness?

No

© 2013 Veronica Chandler


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Veronica Chandler
Just following a train of thought...

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Added on March 15, 2013
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Veronica Chandler
Veronica Chandler

Denver, CO



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