i think i see, <br />the wolf in me, <br />the lonely wolf <br />that howls to comfort itself <br />that looks up at the moon, <br />because the moon is its only friend <br />but the moon is not always there, <br />and i see this lonesom beast. <br /> <br />i think i see, <br />this beast in me, <br />the consius, <br />i think i may not bear, <br />Because this beast i see, <br />is definatly me, <br />i want to hide, <br />and cry inside, <br />and howl for the pain if feel <br />so wat i feel can be free <br />as free as my spirit <br />as free as my howl, <br />but just because my howl is loud <br />and just because i howl out unproud, <br />does not mean that people hear my painfull sound <br />people deny the wolf is powerful <br />just because me, <br />the wolf <br />the beast, <br />is free <br />so, why, why cant we see, <br />the beauty inside of me, <br />the beauty on worlds edge, <br />that is so free, <br />why do people despise, <br />what lies inside of me? ?<br /><br />Laura Venter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wolf-14/
