The Wolf

By bloodwolf

I try to escape the grasps of the past

Don't ask me where i was last

When the anger takes hold

...... these black outs get old

Try to swallow the world of pain

But in the end I'm still stuck in the rain

No place of warmth, except the rage in the heart

No place is calm, The Wolf has done his part

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Published on Saturday, December 8, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Don't let The Wolf out.

Comments on "The Wolf"

On Saturday, December 15, 2012, Nehema (958) wrote:

It SUX waking up in unfamiliar places and especially with someone bloodied at your feet. You are right that its the "grasp of the past" that causes such things. Welcome to the valley, I look forward to reading more of you - XXOO
On Saturday, December 8, 2012, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...the beast, the caveman, the wolf: whatever the name, that little monster inside is sometimes hard to keep in a leash...
On Saturday, December 8, 2012, bloodwolf (3) wrote:

It's bad when the wolf gets out, but thanks for understanding it, and thanks all for welcoming me here
On Saturday, December 8, 2012, M Morgan (198) wrote:

Its time of the wolf let him out of your cage. Let him howl, show their claws. Is time to wolf set be free