Wolf’s Time

In that moment, the dead of night, that is where the real pain resides

Hidden from view by distraction and attention sway

Hand curdled and broken from ambulatory neglect 

The pain, a sharpened, numbing ache…a tattoo constant. 

Chore to sleep, thoughts and pain…bonsoir et c’est la vie.

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