Poetry

A Distant Howl (#1022)

A distant howl teases my soul stirring a memory long dead,
Of things long since buried and so many words left unsaid,
I can’t help but look in the direction from whence it comes,
I feel my blood within my chest pumping strong like drums,
In my heart, I burn to release a howl long held within myself,
I am forced to face feelings and memories hidden on a shelf,
Is what I hear real or some ghost from the distant past?
How did all these hidden feelings manage to continue to last?
I’m aware it’s not right to look back and ponder what’s lost,
There’s some part of me that does even with its heavy cost,
I continue to fight what’s in my heart with what’s in my head,
A distant howl teases my soul stirring a memory long dead,

Any Thoughts?

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