The Wolf

This is a poem about feeling captured or trapped.

My freedom comes with a price.

My love is returned too fierce.

I am a wolf who wants to run with the pack,

             but is restrained with a chain.

 

Howling in silence I suffer alone.

Anger courses through my veins until I only see red.

I attack the chain with animosity…

The effort only lands me with the tighter constriction of the collar.

            a pain filled whine slips through my muzzle at the suffocation being caused.

 

A twig snaps within the surrounding forest.

Tension fills the air.

My shackles raise; my body tenses

            while a deep growl erupts from between my snarling jaws.

 

A cloaked figure emerges from the shadows.

I lower my body into a crouch.

The person chuckles and dangles something from its hand.

            it sparkles in the air.

 

With a jolt I realize it’s the key to the collar.

I reluctantly get up from my crouch.

As the person just stares…then turns.

           leaving me stranded here within nothing.

Reviews

[r]

Aww.... that is so sad and the end is soooo mean! Beautiful write, i love it. :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The fight for freedom seems to be an endless one and often provokes even the kindest people into animalistic frenzies. Nice work on your poetic statement.

[Elaine]

This is beautiful. love it.

[Daydreamer54]

Wow great dsetail and imagery. I like the wolf's point of view. i'm sure we've all felt restrained one time or another. :)