The Great Fire

The time is not certain

Neither is the place

Where the fire started

Where everything went south

We blame everyone, including

Eachother

Playing the blame game

That no one will ever win

Among the Wolfs

Being tired

missing sleeping

Night after night

Waking up

For three hours

To contemplate all the things

That should have been done long time ago

Before sleeping

Watching movies or

Listening to endless podcast

The price for an hour of sleep

Is high, precious gift

When a pill can cure it all

Yes why not

What a pathetic

Conundrum

The Creatures of the Night

The middle of the night

When the wolf

Walks into the mind

Making havoc

Catching a hen or two

Leaving before dawn

Satisfied with meat and

The pleasures of hunting

No limits

Only my tired body

Remains at the site

Lord of the Night

The night is dark and cold

Outside no life

Inside destruction

Destruction of thing

Destruction of work

Destruction of hope

Fighting an uneven race

I know I will lose

Fighting the wolf

Inside

The hour of the wolf

Is now

Here