‘The Wolf in Me’ by Mark Hastings – audio book: Chapter Four

In this episode, Mark recites Chapter Four of his 2017 novel, The Wolf in Me. You can read Mark’s poetry on his website http://MarkThePoet.Me, and you can purchase all of Mark’s books of poetry, short-story anthologies, and novellas on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3HjAJMC

My Poem “Always With Me”

Every day, I climb the hill
to stand alongside, to speak to,
and to hear the voice of my Dad -
as I always have, and as I always will,
because my Dad will always be
the golden light that guides my way...
every day, I feel like my Dad is still with me -
because he is;
wherever I look at a photograph of my Dad
I know that he is standing alongside me,
with an arm around me,
as he whispers his lasting wish:
"Be there for those who matter the most"...
every day, when I am with my Dad
the sound of birdsong can be heard all around,
and often times a robin or a pair of magpies
visits also and sings in a nearby tree,
which always makes me smile
at the same time that I start to cry...
every day, I tell my Dad I love him and I miss him
and I feel the touch of love
from my Dad that I always felt
when I looked into his eyes,
when in my mind I felt our unique connection -
which is why I will always remember,
and why I will always reflect upon,
what my Dad did for me
and what he will always mean to me -
and even now, every day, and forever
I know more than ever
that even though my Dad
may now rest atop the hill,
what made him who has was,
who he is, and who he will always be,
will always be with me
wherever I go.

My Poem “Rise to the Occasion”

Life constantly teaches us new lessons...
Life never stops posing questions...
Life has a way of showing us
just how much we do not know
about ourselves and about how
we will react when we are tested...
Life gives us what we need, who we need,
to complete various activities -
sometimes in the form of memories, recollections,
and experiences that we have accumulated;
however, there comes a time in our life
when we must all step out of our comfort zone
and step into a reality that may
come to define the rest of our lives.

My life was completely and irrevocably
changed when my Dad died...
my life was thrown off course
from the moment that I realised
nothing was ever going to be the same again...
my heart, my soul, my world
was shattered beyond repair
from the moment that I felt as if
a shard of the mirror of self-reflection
became impaled within my mind...
my life was darkened from the instant
that I knew I was going to be scarred
by a pain that would never go away.

Every day, for as long as I can remember,
I have been taking the steps and walking
the path that I needed to walk
so that I may give as much as I could
to those who needed it...
every day, for as long as I have been on
my new life's mission,
I have marched like a soldier
and done what had to be done...
every day, and for all the days ahead,
I am keenly aware that the architect
of what lies over the horizon
will ask of me to be ready for whatever peak
towards which I may need to make an ascent...
every day, I wish that I could go back
and change something that has happened
armed with the gift of hindsight -
but, because no one can ever know
exactly what will happen until it happens,
all that any of us can do when asked,
and when given a choice to act,
is to do our very best as we keep going,
keep climbing,
and keep rising to the occasion.

A Poem A Day #408: Mourning in Paris

“Mourning in Paris” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry/short-story collection ‘Too Close To The Sun’ which was published in 2016 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “Sombre”

Life definitely feels different now...
the strings of life are definitely playing
more sombrely and vibrating on a more downbeat frequency...
life definitely feels like there has been
a conglomeration of uncertain clouds...
there is no music to be heard -
however people are talking about
what is on everybody's mind,
because there is a mutual feeling
of loss at the passing of the people's queen.

The people of the United Kingdom and the world
all appear to be in a state of shock
and remorse...
we all knew what happened
would happen one day,
but we were not ready for it -
but how could anybody prepare themselves
for a loss that feels so great,
it is as if the direction of the country
and it's people are aboard a boat
thay is now sailing off course.

People are walking around
somewhat in a daze...
people are not saying much,
but it is obvious how they are feeling
from the expressions on their face...
people are keeping calm and carrying on -
just as they have always been told they have to
after losing someone who meant
something to them since they were young;
but right now I think everybody
feels as if they have lost someone
who felt more like a family member
than a sovereign...
people come, people go -
but when you grow up with someone,
and you one day lose that person,
you naturally feel sad,
and the atmosphere that surrounds you
and everyone connected to you
who knew them also
is always sombre.

My Poem “What was”

I will never forget what was;
I will never forget us;
I wish everything hadn't ended
the way that we did;
I wish everything could go back
to how it used to be;
I will always think of you
and I will always miss every hug,
every kiss, and everything that we did;
I hope that I see you on the other side -
perhaps then we can pick up where we left off
before we lost what we had
and everything was taken away from us
and became a memory of what was.

A Poem A Day #257: The Phoenix

“The Phoenix” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Eternal Boy’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet

A Poem A Day #189: Goodbye, my friend

“Goodbye, my friend” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Sound of Mark’ which was published in 2014 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings