There is a hatred that's in my soul <br />I feel it strong in this world that I prowl <br />This anger and terror I must let go <br />So at the moon; I will howl, I will howl. <br />I will grit my teeth and shout in anger <br />When anyone tries to hurt or offend me <br />That is who I am and it makes me stronger <br />There is an animal that wants to be free. <br />Perspiration comes quickly to my head and face <br />So that hostility I remove it with soap and a towel <br />But that coming of anger I cannot erase <br />So at the moon; I will howl, I will howl. <br />I cannot control my ideals or a bad thought <br />The loathing of others I wish never was born <br />But being used and hurt I never had sought <br />As in my mind and soul that is a prickly thorn. <br />In disgust I walk with my two fists clinched <br />And when I speak it comes out in a growl <br />From my temper I run as though being pinched <br />So at the moon; I will howl, I will howl.<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/howl-8/
