Fervent Wolf
Cold and calculating
My heart beats but makes no sound
The silence is deafening
Its good no one is around
A wolf without a pack
An infection without a host
I fight the circumstance
Hoping I’ll go further than most
Hills morph into mountains
I try to climb alone
An abstract avalanche devastates
I can’t do this on my own
I view with open eyes
At what lays ahead
I try, just for once,
To see with my heart instead
The sky is different colors
Not different shades of blue
I remind myself in darkness
That black’s a color too.
Perfection is perception,
A perspective, scattered around.
They made up an idea
They knew couldn’t be found.
The tear falls own the ground
I shake the dirt off my fur
The avalanche will end
Its occurrence will be a blur.
My eyes aimed straight ahead,
I hold my head up high
I am strong, I am a wolf
For that, I won’t apologize
Who I am isn’t easy
Then again, neither is life
I tell myself I’m a wolf
And I overcome every strife.
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