A wolf's mold,
An angry thing.
An evil thought,
An evil plot.
Do you think,
A real Wolf, has a mold?
No, but this one does.
A broken mold,
A destroyed evil.
I broke myself free,
And walked away,
An escape, a free Wolf.
One people hate.
People say,
They love orginallity.
But so they say,
Be the truth is,
They hate those,
Who aren't like them.
Those who walk away.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
