Escaping the Bonfire in the Woods by David L O’Nan (poetry, writing)

Escaping the Bonfire in the Woods

To the blind, we must feel so wild
Running through the fires to the thrill, We must be so nauseating
We’ve built cradles and thrones
With all the muscles melting,
And all those broken bones.

The fading spirits escape the night, The bonfires charring the riverbanks- Leaving the grass to be tart and ash.
The thundering in distances, –
Are not for our freedom- It is more of a call, To the death of it.

We can only hunt for the hearts for so long.
The hearts are the monsters.
And defiant to love,
And the blood swims in jealousies.

To be blessed by adventure,
To be cursed by the threatening.
And we are talking about all the beauties.
The supreme and goodbyes in the rain
Erect lightning rips apart our skeletons- When the fire became a broiler. Within, Our motion is muted. Vision now evades us.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

photo by Sergio Valenas

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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