A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


It was the howl in the distance

that gripped him,

Could there be another like him?

An outcast, one

with his surroundings

The frigid forest his domicile

The frosted trees 

his confidants

All cold in nature, 

He desired the fire

The warmth of the den

 Yet it was foreign to him

Time was against him, then

As everything in life had been

He increased his pace

The darkness at his heels


a starving eel

He could outrun it, 

he thought

One step ahead,

the tendrils in his stead

But just one slip, 

and that was it

The howl, louder now

More profound now

His hearing, heightened

The adrenaline gave him clarity

As he admired

The solo symphony

It was familiar

It gave him hope 

As the night

Took the slope

But as he reached the summit

It was only his echo

© 2017 Brian F. Lockard

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Amazing! I loved the poem and how in the end the howl in the distance that gripped him was only his echo.

Posted 11 Months Ago

Very nice use of words and thoughts. I felt the hunt in the words. I liked the drive of the words leading to just a echo. Thank you Brian for sharing the excellent poetry.

Posted 12 Months Ago

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Added on April 12, 2017
Last Updated on May 2, 2017
Tags: poems, fantasy, fiction, rhyming, mind, tripping, drugs, spirituality, senses, erotic stories, literature, student writing, loss of ego, interesting, compelling work, weird, lone wolf, shy


Brian F. Lockard
Brian F. Lockard

Chicago, IL

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