Short PoemTime slips through my fingers even as I clutch at it desperatelyThe tighter I hold on, the quicker it disappearsMy throat raw from silently screaming at the futility of it allAnd I look at you, oh dear one, and my heart aches with a fragile beauty to know that soon you will be goneYou will be goneYou will take my love and my sanity with youAnd all I will have left is my painSo I cling to it now, the reminder of you even when you aren't thereIt digs at my skin, forces tears to slip over my faceIt brings me back to myselfFor now
I'm SorryI'm sorry I can't be what you wantedI'm sorry I'm not what you imagined me to beI'm sorry I'm too weak to be without youI'm sorry I'm not good enough for you to loveI'm sorry I'm shattered by the weight of your words falling onto my shouldersI'm sorry I care too muchI'm sorry I want to wrap you up inside love and happiness and never let you see painI'm sorry I'm not happyI'm sorry you have to deal with meI'm sorry you have to try and piece together the fragments of my sanityI'm sorry that, in the end, you won't stay
The Scout Part 5AN: Alright then. Here you are, mo charaid Aurora. And anyone else who may be reading this. Part 5. It's short, but Part 6 goes up later today. I wake to a pounding head and nauseous stomach. I moan, roll over, and proceed to throw up. Just as I press my flushed face to the cool ground, I hear a familiar voice say *You're awake.* I turn in the direction of the voice. What I see stops me cold. It's Longear, standing in front of my prostrate form. I gasp, tears filling my eyes. *Longear? You kidnapped me?* I ask, my voice barely a whisper. He doesn't answer, just turns away, ignoring my pleading glances. I move my frontpaws, trying to get up, but I soon realize they are tied with vines. Could this situation get any worse? Kidnapped by my ex-best friend, tied up in a cave somewhere with no escape route. Sighing, I slump my head against the ground. I'll just have to wait for further developments. We sit there for h
The Scout Part 4AN: Well, I felt really guilty for leaving it at such a cliffhanger and then not posting the next part, so here you go. Enjoy. *What?* I asked. *How is that possible?* Willowstep smiles reassuringly and explains. *You must have been running longer than you thought. You're not on Falke land anymore.* Surprised, I glance upward, only to see that the sky is already a dusky pink, sign of a rapidly approaching sunset. *I can't go back tonight* I muse quietly, gnawing at my paw. Willow 's face brightens at this, her smile widening to almost eerie proportions. *Perfect!* she exclaims. *You can stay with me tonight , then in the morning, I'll show you the way back to the border.* I'm about to refuse politely, not wanting to go any farther from home, but the child-like exuberance on my old friend's face makes me hesitate. She must be so lonely out here all alone, with neither pack nor family to keep her company. So I decide to accept the kind offer.
The Scout Part 3AN: So, I know this is kinda late, but I got home later than i'd anticipated. Enjoy. *Brighteye! Wake up.* A small, insistent voice wears at my ears. I groan and roll over, swiping a paw blindly through the air in the direction of the sound. My head is absolutely throbbing and my mind is muddled with incoherent thoughts. The annoying voice persists, so finally, I open my eyes. Perkear, one of The Pack's most skilled guards, is standing over me, giving me a concerned look. She looks wide awake and perfect with her clear blue eyes and sunny expression. I hate her instantly. Why can't she and the rest of the world just leave me alone? *Your shift started fifteen minutes ago.* she tells me hurriedly. She starts blathering excitedly, but I don't pay attention. Instead, my eyes lock on the wolf behind her. It's her twin brother, Softbark. He's looking around the room with a bored expression on his face, and this grates on my nerves. What right doe