When the wolf howls in the night
Crying to the moon
Is it from loneliness he cries?
Or bitter anger held inside.
A lonely wolf, despising its role
Just how deep does the anguish go?
Just how far does it flow
When the anger runs, is never shown.
In the night
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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