Living with Wolves
In the recess of my mind,
where all former memories
disperse then melt away...
Images of home evaporate
like a sprinkling of rain...
on a hot summers day,
my eyes weep a thousand tears
at the thought of my bloodline,
now a river of time...
the juncture my young adolescence,
memories nonchalant, emotions now
I have none, but respect for the snarl,
the scent of those I wish to follow,
eaten up by the wail on the wind,
taking flight into the night...moon
and stars give me eternal hope.
I have no wish to jet away
to far off lands, or live in a
system of masquerade...all
then I knew was adversity,
now I'm fearless...unafraid,
each day a new challenge.