To Kurt
O to be alone and lonely
A feeling analogous of that of a
felony
No I don’t need your apathy
Love is no more a fantasy
A lone wolf and lonely still
Wolf maiden turned out to be
sheep in wolf skin
And as the lone wolf howls his
loneliness to the moon
Sadly his realisation of his
loneliness came a less too soon
~~~The
Lone Wolf
1 comment:
Your poem captures the ache of solitude with striking imagery—the howl to the moon is unforgettable. Yet even a lone wolf carries strength; its path may be lonely, but it’s never without purpose. Beautiful work, Roby!
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