Howling Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Howling to clouds of silence
In this game of testing endures
With ease and full of diligence
All thoughts likewise immures
Rest your addicted pleasure
For things that makes a victim
Take each countable measure
To your own personal dictum

Raise the bars to your need
Bring up your voice and breath
The old news is a dying breed
Work is a game of life and death
Make your gamble more intense
The paths are of endless fortunes
What's now low might augments
Later with future abdications

A branded sign undresses you
Makes the shadows blacker
Roads of the unknown are hue
Lets become a fast tracker
Rise tongues of flayed sun
With writings that write you
From the beginning like day one
You need alternate and renew