Sick wolf poem

**Jeames** Fri Feb 11, 2011 2:47 pm

this doesnt mean anything, it just came to my mind when i was bored. xD

I’m all alone, walking through the open area.
No one cares about me,
My past,
My personality.
I wish I was free,
Free from this horrible place.
I wish my pack had returned,
The pack that always had loved me.
But no, they’re gone now,
And I keep seeing my horrible face,
Hiding behind it is a broken soul.
I want to be free, I want to run.
But of course I can’t,
I’m stuck here like I’m in a cage,
A hunter with a gun
Keeping an eye on me.
I can’t go without losing my dignity,
The pain I had to feel for it to get it,
It always had bit
Me,
It always had hurt me.
I can’t go without not getting attacked
By the members of this pack.
I try to get back
To my old, lovely pack.
But of course that’s too much for me to take.
Too long for me to persevere.
I will never leave this place
Because I can’t,
Because it’s impossible.
I’m a broken soul,
Waiting for my meal,
For my dinner to get served by the members of this pack.
I’m a sick and wounded wolf, trying to make the best of it.
But I can’t,
I can’t.
They didn’t had to accept me but they did.
They wanted to help my but they didn’t care about me.
I still want to be free,
But I have to wait till my wounds are healed again,
Till I can run again,
Free as a bird who spreads his wings.
I will never leave this place again, unless I will recover,
Unless I will win their trust.
Unless my wounds will heal.