Wild things

They said the wild things were out there,
in deepest, darkest night,
within the jungled world of form;
but I know that they lie.
The wild things live within us all,
those teeth are bared in dreams,
and in the fears of brightest day,
as well as sleep revealed.
Like any wild and wanton thing,
they ask no more than this;
that they be honoured and embraced,
so you may know yourself.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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