Wild

first new poem in awhile..

They are sounding

Far louder

Than they ever sounded

Before;

They are growing in number,

And they are growing in strength-

Not the voices

But the noises,

The pounds of the beats

And the beats of the drums

And thumps of a weary heart

Encaged by the breast,

Wanting to be set free

And dance with the other heathen tribes.

The fire crackles,

And the fire engulfs

The souls of the many who give it praise,

Their wild steps in the names of the flames,

The stomps of their feet worship to the earth;

The delighted cries reach the skies

And bless the stars and grace the moon

Who watch from heavens high.

This wild people, slaves to selves
And not any lord whether man, beast, or thought;

They know not what any other may think,

And they care not-

This people their own kings and queens

Who reign over none but themselves,

This accountability for self a truly wild thought.

Reviews

[CreativeCookie]

Wow, you've painted both a tempting and terrifying picture. Love it! Keep it up.
Love,
CreativeCookie

[Sarah Marie]

oo thanks! I am glad you like this!