Untitled #2 (Poem) (Patreon)

I've been really busy working on novel stuff, but I'd like to share a little of the material that didn't make it into Rites of Hope. This one, very much covers how I felt last night with insomnia.

Why can’t I stop thinking?

It upsets the inner wolf, all these thoughts running through my mind,

like a thousand paws striking the ground constantly—

Why am I just noise sometimes?

Why can’t I stop thinking?

It upsets the human self,

all these stressing pushing against myself

like ice cracking under pressure—

Why am I so consumed by frustration?

So many things running through my mind,

so many pawprints.