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Lone wolf


Life is a mother wolf

giving birth to her pack

sharp teeth filled jaws

razor sharp, skin piercing claws

eyes that can steal your breath

as if you were looking in the very face of evil.

The mother wolf pushes you past your limits

nawing at your skin 

like a snake sheds his scales

teaching to rely on instinct

nuild something to last

for those to sit down and gaze upon

to slash and cut and claw and bite his way

and to hunt alone

a 1 man army

Rome wasn't built in a day

1 man cannot face life alone.

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damengreene

I am 17 years old and am a novice story writer and poet. I have participated in a number of poetry slams before, and my poems always bring smiles to my listeners. I hope they bring a smile to your face as well.

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