Wolf Pack (Poem)

She told me to run why didn’t I believe
Before the wolves started circling

I can see them heralding bitter trees
Sizing me up and down like rotting meat

Coward’s light creeping away too fast
Fear for this candle crying so hard to last

Moreover she said to stay awake, stay alive
These recommendations haunted me over night

So often I seem to find something my pride lacks
Routinely fleeing hungry wolf packs

2019

Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash

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