Wolves

I see the wolves running,

With fierce and anger in eyes,

To tear and grasp my inner peace,

Coming faster through the dense forest,

Of my soul & splinter me with their teeth.

I dare to keep calm and see fears in my mind,

The way of rescue is yet so far,

I fear of getting consumed by their fist

And slowly see my flesh getting vanished.

I see the wolves running,

With greed and desires of sin,

To wrap me with their saliva,

Hurrying towards my heart.

To scratch it with their unkempt nails

And taste all my blood and lick every bit of it.

My efforts of running went in vain,

As the wolves chased my mind

And my peace slowly died in acute pain.