Sanity

 Take away my sanity.

Strip away my vanity.

Take away all that I am.

I'm living a life that's damned.

No eyes to truly see.

No heart that can truly beat.

No soul that can truly thrive.

I'm barely living, trying to survive.

I'm black as night,

Hoping for a fight.

I see only red.

I see only millions dead

The things I think, the things I feel.

Are they even really real?

Are they lies and illusions made up in my head.

Remember, remember all the things you said.

I'm hot and cold.

Young and old.

I'm not for the faint of heart.

My issues could tear us apart.

I'm begging to be saved.

I'm pleading to be heard.

Reach inside, remove my pain.

Someone please, am I even sane?

Solitude circa 2021

 Her silver muzzle was stained with tears. The pads of her paws were cracked and raw. Her ribs were visible from beneath her once beautiful coat. She trudged on, forgotten, abandoned and alone. The hunt for food was an ever present struggle. Her meals were small and left her still hungering. She wandered from place to place, sometimes making circles sometimes simply following the sun. She barely rested and when she did it was interrupted by horrible nightmares that left her gasping for reality. Her heart ached day and night. Everything, her entire life was gone. Her pack, her mate, her cubs. She lost her sense of self, who and what she was. Now all she see's is a deranged she-wolf  when she she stares into her reflection. There was no light or fire in her golden eyes, they were dull, listless even. Everything she attempted, each effort was always thwarted and she ended up being the blame taker, the door mat. Her pack always took her for granted and now with no pack, no lands, no self. She wandered in her silent solitude, wishing the gods would let her leave this place, but knowing that they weren't done with her yet. She howled to the moon, begging the mood goddess to ease her pain, heal her heart, and help her find her self and place in this new life that she lived. - Solitude