I am alive.

I want to be a sheep

Harming little more than the grass

My thoughts simple and pure

I wish I could just be a sheep

And escape into pastures of green

Each tree, every leaf, and all the blades of grass

Glowing with a light which lasts

Even in the night


I wish I were a lamb


But I am not

I am impure, spotted

And further

I am chased each day

By wolves

Some familiar

Some new

I fear I will befriend them

And be lost in the howls

Of the rayless night


But I know

Blood has rained down

And washed through my coat

Imbuing my heart with thick red drops

That pump through my veins

I am alive

I am alive


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