Wolf

(Context: a poem I wrote for a uni class based on some modern texts we had read. Yes it is based on The boy who cried wolf.) 

Mother, where did I go wrong

 

run and Run and RUN

fall

Scrape

BLOOD

Pain? 

No…

I’m too old for that

 

But you saw me fall right? 

Were you watching? Were you witnessing? Were your eyes on me?

 

Then why are you not here yet? Why didn’t you come running like you used to?

Did I not fall hard enough?

Did I not cry hard enough?

Did I not bleed enough?

Did I stop being enough?

Was I not enough?

 

not enough? Not Enough? NOT ENOUGH? NOT? ENOUGH?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 

WOLF

 

I saw a wolf

I really did see it

I saw enough

 

I screamed wolf

I really did scream

I screamed enough

 

I banged the doors

I cried

I – 

I thought I did enough-

 

Then why did you not open the door?

Then why did the door not open?

Why was the door closed?

Why the door?

why?

why? Why? WHy? WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYYY?

I ran

And fell

And bled

It did not hurt

But why were you not there?

 

I ran

And fell

And bled

The claws-

The jaws-

 

BLOOD

 

I did hurt

WHY WERE YOU NOT THERE?

 

I wasn’t too old for you not to be there-

I wasn’t old enough to be on my own-

I wasn’t old enough to be alone-

I wasn’t old enough-

Not enough-

 

 

I wasn’t enough…

…And you weren’t there