Moving On
Welp, another little free-form poem. Would still like some feedback! :3
The pain,
The anguish.
He pushed it aside,
Surprising himself.
A single tear dropped,
Yet again
Unheard as it
Splashed into the pool.
"A pool of... my tears?"
He said aloud,
Jumping at the sound.
It had been so long
Since last he heard
Himself.
He stared at the pool
In wonder,
"Is... is this what
I've been doing...?
Lamenting,
Weeping,
Burying my pain
In the dead of
Night...?"
He sighed,
Lowering his head
To see his pained
Reflection.
"This... This is when
It hurts the most.
No one around.
No one here.
No one awake,
No one wondering
'What is the
Wolf doing...?'"
"This is when it
Weighs down.
It's... almost
Real,
Squeezing until you can't
Breathe anymore.
It's painful,
Realizing what I've done.
Regretting every
Moment.
Wondering why,
Why did I just stand here
Watching you slip away...?"
The great wolf stood,
Shaking free of his tears,
His pain,
His regret.
He put back the facade,
The one that had
Fooled even him.
He threw back his head,
Giving one last
Determined and
Painful cry,
Before stepping forth.
For the first time
In his life,
Despite the pain
The heartache
The questions...
He wasn't afraid.
Journeys may end in
Lover's meeting.
But life goes on in lover's leaving.