The Lonely Wolf
hes traveling so far
faster then a car
his loneliness slowly eating him alive
the remaining minuets of his life
when the moon comes up and the darkness falls
his lonely heart calls and calls
only his shadow by his side
it hurts but he stands with pride
running the forest and the wood
he will make it home he knew he would
days passed he grew weak
he tried and tried but could hardly speak
nearly home
but he died
alone
alone
alone
the lonely wolf died
alone
poem by Lozzy Loz Love Reys
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