Dawn & Dusk

A lament

Like the tide
Is drawn back out to sea
So my passion for writing
Tugs at me

Like a wolf
Howling at the moon
So my passions threaten
Me to consume

My desires yearn within
They pierce my insides
With bitter sorrow
They scream and cry

But my body crumbles
At the first step, I falter
The well dries up
Before I can draw any water