Just a sheep in wolves’ clothes?
he walks in lonely shadows
as they stretch out in front of him
growing potent like a bad omen
let’s his smile lift for a moment
before its pulled from his face
should be used to this bitter aftertaste
it never gets erased
Loneliness is all he sees
from sea to sea, only one piece of land
an island in the midst, just him in the mist
buried like a cursed treasure under sand
it never seems to end,
can’t see the horizon
the way the light bends
to avoid him
eyes tighten from cold wind biting
his skies never brighten
Lone wolf lets out a howl
no pack to call, no one to hear him growl
he just ambles along
wondering how his life went so wrong
where the waters end and the lands begin
nothing makes any sense to him
thoughts are fogged
eyes water-logged
like glasses covered,
drenched in tears
The pain sears
Thanks For Reading
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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