Trapped in submission, <br />Sumberged in this condition, <br />Trapped in a shell, <br />I wish I could quell. <br /> <br />To be free is a dream, <br />To have what I desire is a wish. <br /> <br />Where can I go, <br />Where will this path lead, <br />From this shell I'll never grow, <br />From this body I won't stop to bleed. <br /> <br />Running with wolves, <br />An impossible dream, <br />A most wanted wish. <br /> <br />This shell hiding the beast inside, <br />I walk in skin, <br />He talks to me as a guide, <br />He is my friend, my opposite, my twin. <br /> <br />For him to break free, <br />What a day that would be, <br />Until...I abide, <br />Always there yet he hides inside. <br /> <br />The burning sensation, <br />To howl, <br />To run, <br />To feel the fascination. <br /> <br />Though I feel no fur, <br />Scratch no claws, <br />Run no forest, <br />Howl no song. <br /> <br />My dreams keep me in fascination, <br />They drive the sensation, <br />The wolf inside keeps me alive, <br />The running of the wolves makes me thrive.<br /><br />Evan Skora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/running-with-wolves-2/
