The Lone Wolf trot with his tired feet
Bloodied and bruised from a hard-fought beast
Against him and his own pack,
He was stabbed behind his own back
Rejected, left behind
The Lone Wolf wandered all by himself
With loneliness and bitterness filling his mind
Then, he found a weak cub
Lost, confused, and alone
He took it in
As if it's a child of his own
The Lone Wolf isn't so lonely anymore
It's as if he found something worth fighting for
He's never felt happier before
But one day, the cub grew into a mighty ace
And left him without a single trace
How could he?
He was more devastated than he could ever be
He who considered as family left him
What did he do to deserve his fate?
He never felt as grim
Never felt so much hate
So the Lone Wolf trudged ahead again
As nothing could ever be as it was then
So tired of everything thrown at him
His wish to have a friend is beginning to dim
But he knew
He always knew
The Lone Wolf can't have a friend
And that's the way it's supposed to end.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
