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Within the confines

Of tortured

souls

Ancient lies

Fester

Lies embraced

Wicked truths

Of old

School and jailhouse

Rumors

White lies forever

Weaved into

Dark fables

Deception

deceit

untruths

spat into eternity

Maliciously told

 . . .the joker’s gold

 laughs echoing

along the devil’s road home

The Lonely Wolf

The lonely wolf cries

When she is all alone

Howling at the moon

Her moans echo in the night sky

And she weeps

Again and

Again

Not knowing why

The moon never replies

She wishes

The cold and wicked wind would die

That without pain, she could survive

Still, the snow falls

She fights to stay alive

Hoping for a bright morning surprise

She howls, fearing her demise

The ghostly artic breath of old man winter

Is unrelenting

Still, she cries and moans

All alone

She’s lost the only family she’s ever known

Staring at the night sky

There’s nowhere to go

Lost in the moonlight

Now, she must find

home and fight to survive

As she forgot

No matter how loud she cries

In exile, her loneliness merely echoes in the skies


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by Ville Iso-Ahola

Published on October 30, 2024