How does it feel to admire the same intangible figure I howle at?
They say its my nature to do so but i howle at the moon because its there during my darkest hours.
Ready to listen. Willing to shine light on my situation.
As i howle my problems to my friend he never howles back
Im left to wonder if im really alone as tears roll down my snout colliding with the sand beneath;
I creep inside my lonely den giving one last howle..
How does it feel...to admire...the only thing..that help me cope with my pain?
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Wolf's Den
PoesiaA book Of Poetry from a humble soul. Its in no order or connected in anyway. Its a collection of my poems. I based poems off of the emotion im feeling, upon request by a person or a topic im asked to write on. Enjoy, and welcome to the Wolf's Den!🐺
