I can't threaten empathy into you
or shake some sense into that dense
train of thought.
The reaction is seductive
but it creates what I try to sweep away.
I have to be careful though,
to not let all this brushing off
to create friction in me
& set fires to the strings that tug at me the most.
I want to feel justified,
but angry boy who becomes a man,
I see that in you too.
I see elements out of your control cause a storm.
The best way you can see through it
is to be scarier than what scares you;
to be the wolf, always the wolf,
to show people this is what you know from life so far,
not even bothering with sheep’s clothing.
But even a beast
surviving solely by its sharp spirit & teeth,
still howls a lonely song to the moon.