I desire to run wild, run free,
Unleash the Wolf in me.
Howling a love song of pleasure and pain
To the cold beauty of a Midnight Moon.
Yet I remain a meek little lamb,
Grazing beneath heavy grey skies,
Lost in the safety of a flock of conformity.
Is that all that I am?
Eily Nash ~2021
Find my poetry & fiction on Amazon
GOSSAMER THREADS 