Wednesday, January 15, 2003

HAUNTED

I know why
the lone wolf howls,
his pain, his loneliness'.
I hunger,
but don't hunt.
My instincts dull.
I know what
the lone wolf feels.
his cry is my song.
Memories etched in flesh.
My body shakes,
quivers.
Haunted.
images strugglin within.
A fight
that I cannot win.
I know why
the lone wolf
howls.

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