The Wolf

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    The Wolf
    In the darkest hour of life
    when no one holds a hand
    the noose wrapped around the neck
    while sinking in the sand
    hardly breathing at all

    drowning in a pool of memories
    as time looks on with a frown
    the vultures picking through your mind
    life can hold you up and beat you down
    screaming for sanctum

    watching from an outside perspective
    the world just passes by
    with a heart that feels so lonely
    race to the finish line to die
    reaching for obscurity






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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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