The Lone Wolf

The Lone Wolf

Life circumstances separated him from the pack

It is yet to be seen if he’ll bounce back

He learned the art of being alone

So that he’s fine with it even when the cold wind is blown

He watches happiness from a distance

But he so rarely gives into its assistance

When will the lone wolf ever go home?

That is yet to be known

 

He is constantly on guard from getting hurt

So that when people try to talk to him

He comes across very avert

To the point he’ll disappear on a whim

When you think you’re finally getting closer

He’s really drawing more within

As he tries to pass himself off as a joker

Constantly hiding the scars on his skin

When will the lone wolf ever come home?

That is yet to be known

 

When he sees those around him tighten their circle

It just causes him to retreat into his shell like a turtle

As he hears about peers hanging out every other day

He just looks for new ways to have one man parties

That in the end makes his health pay

And make him happy hardly

When will the lone wolf find a home to call his own?

That is yet to be known

 

And seeing young and old find love and happy endings, just drive him to the bottle

As he downs three or four at full throttle

Because he sees the flaws in his own life

Thus adding more strife

Everyone wants the lone wolf to come home

But when he’ll rebuild the burnt bridge, no one knows

Reviews

[Avanthika]

bravo, i like it ...............

[Rene Salinas]

Oh my Dannny you got me here. Not only does it make me feel a little guey inside I think it is beautiflly written. It has the melody in rhythm that makes every paragraph stand for itself. It carries a message that at least in my case is one I can relate all too well. It somehow possesess a simplicity as it is not demanding on the brain so to speak oh but that sweet melancholy I 'll have a chaser and read it again.

Thankyou