a wolf for different reasons
when i was younger
i was a wolf
with bristled fur and gaping jaws
alone and full of hate
kept warm by rage
the anger always underneath
baring the claws and teeth
I wished I had
surviving in the harsh wastes
alone
regardless of the cost
now i am a wolf for different reasons
i mourn the pack i never had
and desperately seek another
i want to work together
and help others to survive
and
i long to run in the woods
and never be seen again