Yes loneliness a lonely hunter
And he’s calling me by name
Not out of hunger
But pity and shame…
And the call is familiar
Like that of a wading shore-
No will to look back
Or right for more…
With royal purple shouting
Amid inviting lights…
Only the storm moves on
With my will to fight.
Aggressive sure. Passive to some. It’s when people are both I come undone.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Author River Dixon
Never get lost in the Sauce
Creating Intelligent Entertainment
Amazon Bestselling Author
Poésie sous les étoiles
Life, Inspiration, Motivation
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Author, Blogger, Social Media Jedi
